Paper Prison
Words colliding like thoughts in the head,
Lying awake at night thinking in bed.
There are no means to express your way,
Or the things you want to say.
This piece of paper gives you freedom to draw,
To express those thoughts, those that are raw.
Words come to life on this paper,
They show how you feel with no waver.
You are no longer confined,
You and your thoughts my darling are divined.
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