My weary spine so bent
My aching skin so pale
So worn and deathly thin
Ever bleeding black tales
My mind an endless wood
A vast forest of words
Where troubles fall like leaves
And worries become blurred
A lonely, patient friend
I yearn to be your choice
I’ll spill all my secrets
If you lend me your voice
My soft, secret laughter
Can burn empires down
My tears for the sunrise
Can rid kings of their crowns
I’m a glistening sword
I’m a fragmented heart
I’m a curious cave
I’m an end and a start
I’m a lens, I’m a shield
I’m a doorway, an inn
A constant companion
With butterfly wing skin
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