A poem from Pidge to Matt, pre-season 4


Glasses Giver

Since you've been gone I've been a little more blue

You're my brother
You got on my nerves as brothers do
But I couldn't ask for any other

The Garrison has lost all hope you're alive
I miss you so much
I believe that you and Dad were able to survive
I even have momentos of you that I clutch

You're appearance I kind of borrowed on loan
Shiro is amazed by how much I look like you
I wear your glasses as my own
And my hair is cut like yours too

Speaking of Shiro yeah we found him
We as in this team I'm in
Our schedule is always filled to the brim
We're the paladins of Voltron, take that for a spin

I'm now even more convinced you're out there
Doing who knows what
I just need some time to spare
So I can find you, using some clues and my gut