LiFE
By Mbapp10
LiFE
Could be as straight as a line
That could be traced by a simple pencil
Or as complex as a curve
They go on
Until the end of the paper
Few make it to a new sheet
But to get to the end
There are many obstacles
Other straits
Or perhaps erasers
Those terrible erasers
Just a blow could take a few lines away
However
The most difficult to
Deal with is pen
They stick
They do not
Leave
There forever
Color pencils
They are
Beautiful
Full of emotions
Each one is different
One day I will
I will find my colors
Bright and vibrant
Mbapp10
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