Celtor - Page I look at u my empty pagebeautiful, white, and gleaming,tha lines that run across your grainwill somehow contain my screaming.I've tried to break this sad affairout of guilt, out of despair,but no one knows me like you domy beautiful page with lines of blue.All my secrets you have keptof my youth, my truths, my sorrowsyou've accepted me with my darkened pastand all my dreams for tomorrow.every failure,every moment of glory,all my imaginationevery sad, or happy story.When there wasn't a friendthat could lend me his shoulder,I have laidened you, page,filled u border to border.I have written of queensthat lay on tarnished thrones,or of wandering kings,and the streets that they've roamed.When it finally left meas I wrote on you, page,you endured all my fears,and was stained by my tears.You have given yourself to meline after line,you've laid under my pentime endless time.Endured essays and poemssome that do or don't rhyme,together we have traveledfrom rivers to shrines.I often have wonderedwhat complaint you'd have said,or the color of your bloodshould you sometime had bled.I hold you, my paper,so close to my heartme of flesh, blood, and bone,you of wood, ink, and bark. Hit me up!