Faded in vocabulary
Only she could understand

I have never seen such flawless cursive handwriting
From a being who loved Roman history

She matched accordingly to a color wheel
But her hair was drawn from an artist who has yet to reach land  

Her more attractive doppelganger floated by
Cautiously spreading rumors about her twin.

I kept in close quarters preparing for potential on the rise.

This poem has taken seconds upon seconds.