Ode to... Paper?

You are the only one to know me,

to see into my mind,

to know just what my brain beholds -

should see - should hear - should... be?

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See, now I've let my words to wander,

when I should have come to you.

You know just what I should say

before I even do.

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You are the only one to understand

the lens my eyes look through;

the greys that stray the brightest day

are brought to light through you.

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My voice cannot contain it -

that black and dark blue hue,

lies beneath my skin, while my dearest kin

see's a bright white residue.

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You can say it, you paper,

for my voice doesn't have the... oomf?

But you and this pen can lend a hand,

to say my thoughts, that aloud, would taper.

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You are the one I trust,

when my heart yearns silences end.

Some may call me mad, or say it's sad,

but I might just call you... friend.

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