nothing (my first poem, criticism appreciated <3)

What makes a simple thing simple

And touches your heart like a ray

The sunlight that shines in the morning

The quiet that closes the day

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Why do we marvel at babies

At seeds in the spring and the fall

The promise of something amazing

Existing as nothing at all

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When I was a blank sheet of paper

And people regarded me well

My figure was flat as a chalkboard

My eyes were as shiny as shells

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But now I’ve come covered with scribbles

And maybe that makes you confused

I’m sorry for filling my nothings with things

I’m sorry if that’s hurting you

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Remember when I was your nothing

Your spring and your summer and fall

I wonder if you can still love me the same

As when I was your nothing at all

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