I am one and so are you
like the moon shaded blue
to think that you already know what is and into
the mind is only but a blank tableau
life is but a reflection of thought
when existence is completely unsought
nothing to hope for of any kind of sort
searching for something, finding but naught
you are the specter of darkness and light
when your spirits are dark but your face shining bright
hiding the pain out of plain sight
hinder the sun to not show the night
the next time our eyes meet
unto a blank sheet
I'll what seems fit
to appease you with plain wit
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
I am one and so are you
like the moon shaded blue
to think that you already know what is and into
the mind is only but a blank tableau
life is but a reflection of thought
when existence is completely unsought
nothing to hope for of any kind of sort
searching for something, finding but naught
you are the specter of darkness and light
when your spirits are dark but your face shining bright
hiding the pain out of plain sight
hinder the sun to not show the night
the next time our eyes meet
unto a blank sheet
I'll what seems fit
to appease you with plain wit
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