A Parchment not read but Felt It’s been a year and more Close enough than no one before the blanket knows the tell tales Night time whispers, silent stares Adored you and cared for bared it all, hundred and eighty afar present is the day singing the tale of mockery I am a scarlet to your dark's and merry for the milk white, brown is a misfit warm the bed but not thy heart the list is long, I am last and a scar top it all, the maiden in pink residing afar proud maiden does know I am a sidekick a play toy with its expiry date mark on the doorstep seems to knock the day I’ll be pushed in the dumpster bay oh! Thought it will be different this once not my color and edges but me I wished a dance with his heart in it a parchment not read but felt -Khushi