I am in doubt of your blank shade.
You are not a color, so far from it.
Noise is what you color in, A mess left
un kept, your nothing but a question.
Enjoy endless writing, it all seeks refinement.
Im not to bland,so, fill my brain with command.
Space is to repetitive, so leave me where i stand.
Drowning peaks, lead to spur.
Fix me while im broken.
Write me down, script me out, leave me while im searching.
Seek me out baby, read me while im hurting.
Sheets are better left undeserving.
Plant me down now.
A blow,
a false deal,
meet your gulp halfway.