Home alone with yummies and no one to share them with Leaving emotions Scattered, mixed and undefined Like a box of Sad Crayons Weeping wax tears of magenta and cerulean Lamenting over their broken and dulled state Lying randomly piled in an old shoe box Their vanity peeled away Longing for lines to stay inside.
The first line of the poem was originally a status updat from a random person's social media profile from someone who went by the name, "Crayons"