Amethysta
. . .
Your name is music!
Your shape is sleek,
Loose yet tensing edges,
As if the story is at it’s peak!
A book in amethysta,
A book in pretty ink,
A book with pretty lies and a beautiful mistake!
A poem in amethysta,
A poem like it’s touch,
Will a hear a poem that describes itself this much?
Pretty little style,
Soothing words you speaks,
A font for writing pretty lies for all the world to see.
I wrote this poem about a font.