Our Poem: Script

Script by script border exists
The lines loose lines
For we never could try
To Apologize
Why does the syllable mock the rhymes
We kept on searching for more lines
But suddenly the ink ran dry

I kept telling them read between the lines
But they thought it was fairy-tale dust, ridden with lies
When the castle lain plainly in front of their eyes
Still they spoke as if they changed their minds
Such stale imaginations we once kept locked tightly through the colors
Why had He left us to look at each other
I don’t know who’s my brother
The questions never

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