I was a composer
I was until he left me
Blank.
He used to buy me
Some colored pens
But now I lost the ink.
I was a composer,
I was until I forgot
The colors he used.
He used to place
His paintings in front of me
So I can grasp inspiration
Of the beautiful world
I can write about.
I was a composer,
I was until I stayed up
At night recording
Alone.
He used to help me direct
Whether I start,
Pause,
Rewind,
Or stop,
He used to check
If I had exceeded perfection
Before we can go home
And sleep.
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Chanyeol was a composer until he was left with a blank paper and a pen with no ink. It means he can continue to write, given the blank paper, but he cant because he ran out of ink after writing endless songs when they were together.
Pen symbolizes Baekhyun, while the ink symbolizes their time, and a blank paper symbolizes the story they have yet to write.
The songs Chanyeol wrote were their stories, Baek Hyun was in charge of painting, and he was in charge of interpreting the meaning.
Baekhyun helped direct whether he should stop, pause, rewind. But now that he's gone, Chanyeol is left confused whether to continue or to stop.
Chanyeol doesnt know if he should leave the blank paper there.
Should he continue writing the story? With what?
He has a pen
But there's no more ink
Should he find more?
Make more?
Chanyeol has a bit of ink left, but not enough to write another paragraph.
Should he write "The End"?
Or should he write "To be continued"?
That's all his pen could ever write left.
He was confused,
And broken.
YOU ARE READING
Walls || BaekYeol
Fanfiction"Walls with colors are the best ones" "Who says?" "That boy who paints on a plain white wall" This is a boyxboy fanfic, so if you're not comfortable with this kind then please feel free not to read this.
