Paper
You see an empty paper.
I see different.
I see a big white soft tissue
That’ll wipe away all my tears
and kiss all my scars goodbye.
It will give birth to my dreams
and imprison my darkest fears
so that they’re set in stone
an eternal reminder and memory.
My hurts will bleed
and spill in thousands of words –
turning the ugly into something beautiful
and most importantly,
cheering my frown into a smile.
You see an empty paper,
I see a vast open white space,
my own personal escape.
A door leading away from reality
and into the unknown,
where honest heroes triumph
and wicked foes surrender.
It’s a vacuum,
that will blind me until I see clear
and suck and suck all the pain away
until there’s own numbness and
an everlasting happiness.
You see an empty paper,
I see an innocent pure white sheet;
waiting to be stained with my sinful secrets.
I see hundreds of possibilities.
a chance,
to express what I know
feel, love and hate.
I see temptation, a yearning
to write.
You see an empty paper.
I see different.
I see different.
I see a big white soft tissue
That’ll wipe away all my tears
and kiss all my scars goodbye.
It will give birth to my dreams
and imprison my darkest fears
so that they’re set in stone
an eternal reminder and memory.
My hurts will bleed
and spill in thousands of words –
turning the ugly into something beautiful
and most importantly,
cheering my frown into a smile.
You see an empty paper,
I see a vast open white space,
my own personal escape.
A door leading away from reality
and into the unknown,
where honest heroes triumph
and wicked foes surrender.
It’s a vacuum,
that will blind me until I see clear
and suck and suck all the pain away
until there’s own numbness and
an everlasting happiness.
You see an empty paper,
I see an innocent pure white sheet;
waiting to be stained with my sinful secrets.
I see hundreds of possibilities.
a chance,
to express what I know
feel, love and hate.
I see temptation, a yearning
to write.
You see an empty paper.
I see different.