She held the pencil
In her left hand,
Truly it's essential
That she had
All the will.
It wasn't dull at all
Cause I was her thought.
Of course it was in my skull
To write what I go though
With this girl I stall.
Wonderful it is
That she is my miss.
It's clear in her drawings
That I was her calling.
In every line,
She drew her way
To say I was her divine.
Truly it's not that way,
I could be insane.
But at drawing never lies,
After all, it is just lines
That reveal the big pictures.
Inspired by minky ❤️😊
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