The paper holds it like a treasure,
Engraves in itself just for good measure,
Everything you write it keeps with pleasure,
And it still lifeless without life's pressures.
It knows your deepest secrets,
and to everyone who looks it tells,
whether it is your heart about to melt,
or is it the thing that you've always kept.
Paper withstands anything you write on it,
It is the best listener, whenever you need it,
You can escape the reality with it,
Or just keep back all the memories like a safe with a lock on it.
And Paper will always withstand what you write on it,
for it is just a mirror of who you are, was, and will be.