He spills ink on a page,
And she gladly cleans it up with her favorite hanky.
The cloth is drenched in black,
Blue curling around the edges,
Masking the beautiful floral patterns underneath.
He offers to wash it up for her;
He'll return it good as new
She says no and he feels bad,
But the next day he notices:
She hasn't washed out the stain.
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Uneven Colors (Poetry)
PoetryHe spills ink on a page, She gladly cleans it up with her favorite hanky. He thinks he messed it up for her, But she doesn't wash out the stain.
