Local cursors, yet so clever
Bribes an adrenaline
Her addiction through the keys
Felt like nicotine
Copy paste,
Copy paste,
How many words to chase?
Delete or erase,
She astonished a few mistakes
Only realizing with an aftertaste
She would scribble down new abbreviations
Silly explorations,
And sincere appreciations
Highlighting them in Italics
Countless minors criticize,
Eighteen, selected font size,
Affix buttons of grammars or otherwise,
The error might sound automatic
Detached quotations,
Unfinished conversations,
Unprepared preparations,
These flares are somewhat emphasized in Bold
Published chapters,
Wasted hours,
She double-dipped in his sweet & sour traits
And then betrayed her own heart of Gold