I'm a blank canvas,
Ready to be written on,
After everything's said and done,
I wash myself till I'm blank again.
I provide warmth against the cold,
Company to the solitary,
Sympathy to the grieving,
Yet I stand here alone.
I'm the enemy he has to conquer,
I'm the love he has to earn,
I'm the slave he has to master,
Am I his wife?
A mistress he has to count off.
Significant insignifancies.. twists and turns for a straight path... contradictions? Not me... Nothing Much really...
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Borrowed Wisdom
Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains, Within the sound of silence.