I Don't Want to Write

I don't want to write, but I have pen in my hand...
I don't want to tell the world what I had planned..
I don't want reveal about our life mysteries...
I don't intend to hang on to talks of past or histories...
I don't want to know what my future holds for me...
I don't want to know whether you're good for me...
I just want to leave this page clean white...
And hope like the sunflower who waits for the sun in the night.

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