When we write we write in black
All the stories our lives are lacked
Can you see the dashes and strokes
or the commas written in jokes
Some times we see the end of time
when a full stop tries to end the rhyme
I would much rather be a pause
Why oh why? Oh, Just... Because!
Because sometimes we see no end
so a comma comes in and lends a hand
a comma means there is some more
even when life closes the door
You may see me as now and then
You may see me as a friend
But when u look, look again
maybe somewhere there is a frame
a frame that leads your heart to me
a comma to be, full stops a three
We will never ever stop
creating a discovery on the roofs atop
For the future holds what i do not know
Im sure there will be many highs and many lows
But does not matter where we are
Like the punctuation, on the bar.
We are but commas, and exclamations!
But we're never structured, in formations
We go where ever and when ever
Its funny that we last forever
So Cynthia dear what do u say
Should we take the leap and fly away?
Or should we go deep in pens Blue
Or to the Black that we hold so true
Sometimes there gonna be some red
but baby i hope, its not on the bed
Keep my heart close, dont let it crack
and remember dear, to write in black
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