Once upon a time
There was an empty page
Then you came around and you wrote something on it
A poem
Our story, a bullet in the air without trajectory
Nice to meet you I’m defeat
But you can call me Victory
I saw you writing in the dark
Angry, the ink was black
you made sure of that
Blue was too sincere
I asked you
“What brings you to me?”
You replied
“I want to fly...