I have seen you tracing all the curves,
scratching down from A to Z.
Some versions of yours were blue,
stolen some from the sky's hue.
Those letters red in rage,
all the emotions that were being caged.
Black was the darkest of all,
revealing secrets that were never known.
The ones in aberrant green,
expressed the fervor on the page like a screen.
But then as I started to evince,
you ran dry without no hints.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
I have seen you tracing all the curves,
scratching down from A to Z.
Some versions of yours were blue,
stolen some from the sky's hue.
Those letters red in rage,
all the emotions that were being caged.
Black was the darkest of all,
revealing secrets that were never known.
The ones in aberrant green,
expressed the fervor on the page like a screen.
But then as I started to evince,
you ran dry without no hints.