Cursive...
Location
You write in cursive...
MY hand flows along with your thin tip
green, blue, red, black
All these colors and yet, it just looks ordinary
Straight, squiggles, bubbles, squares, or lines
Ha, but yet, they are just squiggles to me
write to me, I beg you
because I can't become just paper without you
"Oh can I have some paper?" or
"Oh, can I use that piece of tree?"
But could you ever imagine ink on a tree?
Weird combination huh?
Well, isn't it all signs of life or relationships odd?
But why are we destined to be together when we are
so different?
But don't ask me blue.
Blue as the skies...
Me
White, brown, green, red, orange, black...
You still complete my page and fill in my lines