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She likes to color
Crayola is venturing into the land of unknown
Without color, it has been pressed against paper and stone
Poor crayola is given no choice
Forced to compete against the chosen number two's voice
Endless streams of faintly lit beams
Spark from the end of one as it seems
Nothing in mind would give this a chance
A speechless sight to the human eye at first glance
She's beautiful in the way she moves
As her hand sways to left and back to the right it removes
A mistake sketched into a layer of papyrus
Ashamed of what she's worked on to guide us
The map has been drawn out with perfect directions
However, the smudge of wonderful colors leaves presence of defections
It is not pure without the voyage to the end
Why can't we be more than friends?
Yes this is really great
Nice one! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
It seems as though you've
It seems as though you've kept the concept behind this poem simple, yet you've also managed to maintain a sense of complexity about it. Commendable, to say the least. Also, Papyrus-Guide us was an excellent move for the topic.
Thanks.
Why thank you ;D