A scratch of lead
Marks the paper,
Too dark to ever be erased
It threatens
To ruin the words
Beneath it,
The beautiful, breathtaking letters
Arranged to paint
A breathtaking masterpiece
In your mind
A solution is offered
To fix the paper
But some of the words
Will disappear as well
Perhaps they can be rewritten
What's worse,
However,
Is the way I find myself
Similar to that dark mark,
A bold mistake
Responsible for ruining
Every little smidge of beauty
Surrounding me
But this time,
It is worse
For I cannot be fixed
By a little bit of
White-Out
