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.
2 comments:
kya hai yeh ...... dimaag ka obssesion ya heart ka confession....hahahahahaha!!!!11
oye ma god...rd year mein abhi enter hi kiya hai jo philosophy (tabula rassa aurfeminism ko itna wonderfully combine kiya hai ..kya baat hai
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