Erasers and Pencils
Written within my history,
By pen, pencil, or quill,
The pages are no mystery
Some yet to be written still
From my many dawn breaks
Blank pages becoming too few
Fond memories and heartaches
Waiting to be written anew
My past, already written
But, then I met you
At first glance, I was smitten
Imagining futures new
Your smile is like an eraser
My sadness and pain removed
Your arms within, I feel safer
Embraced, nothing to be proved
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