Pencil and Paper
A grasp on my word only to pierce your flesh.
Words made of wood that never rest.
I didn’t choose to express my thoughts like this.
It just seems to get out with a twist of my wrist.
You dance to explain what words kept in vain.
I write to keep myself and the others sane.
I’ve lived a thousand lives through you.
Scratching things out that I began to rue.
It’s ok because we are one in the same.
Made from birth just to explain.
I set you down as I continue to lose sleep,
because for once I have decided to take that leap.
I have heard of the madness you bring
,but also of the relief that you sing.
I pick you up once again.
I couldn’t think of anyone else as a best friend.
Ten years ago we first met,
simple beings with nothing but a bet.
You bet that you could erase all my fears.
I bet you would offer nothing but ears.
That was the only thing that drew me to you
the fact that I could confide in you.
No fancy poem could compare to what I found.
Pencil and paper..
on the ground.
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