Crayons to Pens

We could've been an artist!

Sorry for my yelling,

Please excuse my outburst,

but it seems that you have lead us down this road.

It was art!  

It was nonsense, an asortment of chaos...

scribble scrabble

It was not scrible scrabble,

it was a crayon!

On a wall.

An oopsie

One of the first of our transgressions.

A stain that I now own.

But I did that?

We did that.

Now you can no longer write in crayons.

Why?

The privilege is gone.

Now we write in pen.

That's silly how you erase?

You don't.

Just edit with more pen...

pinkies in ink

black?

color from writing

not like crayons that go bye bye.

No more oopsies,

no scrub,

only ink.

But art and freedom?!

Oh my dear self,

I apologize for my temper,

and change of tone.

Yes that too, but

but?

there are no more crayons...

except when we're alone.

Except when we're alone!

Except when we're alone!

Except when we're alone!