Didn’t prefer using slender tube of wood containing a core of graphite
A moiety of colored fluid in a cartridge of a ballpoint smeared like a Krypton.
On modernized barks of pines that prickles the nose like the scent of books,
Engraved perfectly the calligraphy of my enigmatic opus.
Piddled my trite time watching particles of dust shimmering in the light,
When in darkness they tend to hide and disappear in just a blink of an eye.
Seldom use of dictionary just to end up with an eye-catcher piece.
Didn’t consult search engine to define every personality I’ve introduced.
Not because they’re meaningless nor they’re more than worth than a pair of shoes.
Linger on, as they simplify my equations of whys.
‘Til one of the slices of my whole cake of companions decayed a tooth,
‘Twas infected and left a space and brought reasons not to smile.
How can I proceed to the next semi-colon?
If someone is missing, how can make erasures right?
Shall I use white liquid or a correction tape to cover what’s mistakenly written?
Boldness and bravery of the framework of our friendship slowly prostrated.
But, but correction tape doesn’t always resemble a mistake or a sin.
Instead, even if one abandoned and ruined your kaleidoscopic journey,
The mem’ries you’ve created with them shall remain.
Even if they’ve caused so much pain, they’ve caused rain that moistened your window pane.