Look at your crayon box closely
You will see all the people hidden inside
There is the white crayon
It never leaves a permanent mark
You never understand it
But it is always there to dull the dark
Then there is the black crayon
The colours it touches are bound to change
It is strong and it is powerful
And stands out in every range
There is the yellow crayon
With which you colour the warm sun
And you marvel at how it can be
So different as well as so fun
And then there is the red crayon
Colour of the heart and colour of rage
It will keep surprising you
As you colour every page
But you are like the blue crayon
Which colours my sky and my sea too
I keep using it
But I never get enough of you
-Sai
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The Emotionary
PoésieTrying to pen the emotions "The feeling starts from my heart flows through my veins Comes to my mind Bleeds on paper and finally ends my pain" Featured on wattpad's stories undiscovered page and on wattpad's official poetry page Highest ranking : #...
