Stringing stars across the sky.
Before your very eyes.
Twisted into cats cradles.
******* in bands of sparkles.
Raindrops twinkle as they drip.
On to the pad I write upon.
The ink dispersed into patterns,
Pretty ones that glint.
Words washed out of soggy paper.
Emotions washed away.
Writing pad is ripped and torn.
Wonder where those words have gone.
Lost in a shower of imperfection.
(c)LIVVI