Paper Canvas

I am a blank white sheet
A canvas, upon which you draw your desires
A curve here, a line there
You look at your master piece
and she's beautiful

Everything you've wanted inked out in black
The more you look
the more you want...

the more it hurts.

Do you remember me?
The thing directly in front of you
The thing you're holding in your hands right now
The steady white below your thoughts

Do you realize who I am?
I am the constant
the ready
the anything and everything
I am the home to your desires
The lines you've drawn have been on me.