.. bout a piece of paper (lol) that takes in everything we say, lies, sadness, without complaining.. i just ask it to give a message.. actully, it gets blown away for the same purpose.. i must say its wretched, due not to its, but my own, fault.. \m/ It was blank, dry and silken white; blew away with the slightest gust of wind, and with the solitary thought that makes our day, it tries to grab on, to hold on, to stay. So it said whatever was told to it, shown the thoughts that others behold. And still written away with undue anger, and the visions of the dark foretold. I lift my quill and place a thought, a sulking sigh in a well of noughts. And try to laugh, I know I spent my darkness onto you, and I lied. I lied again, but you remained, a lively joy, a worthy friend, a mirror, that cast the truer face, and never cared, if ever I offend. And all my thoughts lead to my ways, even those I ventured long before. Some lay replete, some stay incomplete, and still I long for more. And I hope this wretched piece of paper, repeats the words it speaks of you. Ever it finds you downed in your path, I know it'll always see you through.