Ink

Life is like ink.
Sometimes black, sometimes blue,
Maybe even sometimes red.
But always ink.

 

Sadness is like black ink.
Dark, hard to get rid of,
Irritating to deal with,
But always ink.

 

Sucess is like blue ink.
Bright and vibrant, lively and happy.
A sunbeam in the dark,
But always ink.

 

Mistakes are red ink.
Marking and marring your final vision.
Impossible to forget about, and necessary to live with.
Erasable ink.

Author's Note

Written during Art class...actually, maybe during homeroom...
I don't really like this one.