In so many ways if I were a canvas
You could be the brush.
That’s exciting and scary.
That’s wonderful and strange.
In so many ways if I were a flame
You could be the rain.
That’s odd and predictable.
That’s sexy and sad.
In so many ways if I were a shadow
You could be the light.
That’s arresting and painful.
That’s calming and frustrating.
In so many ways if I were a sail
You could be the wind.
That’s awesome and terrifying.
That’s gripping and weak.
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