Saigner

six

don't want the lines to make a road
nor for the colors to conspire a rainbow

can't understand them anymore
black white, black white, i see no shore

I, we, she, he nothing helps me
'but why?', a question, a problem i can't see

don't really beg for fancy words
all I desire is a pen that works

one that'd turn the lines into blossom
paint my heart red, alive awesome

Date: 27-4-20