There was a notebook of mine that was full of art,
But of all art- this notebook was filled with stuff from the heart.
I lost it.
I couldn't find it for a long time.
But it showed up again after months!
The backlash hurt more than just a deep cut.
It was filled from front to back with everything lewd...
I cant help it-
I act and think like a dude.
I forgot it within a class and didn't grab it in time,
Walking back to retrieve it the next morning-
Everything didn't end up well...
I was panicking; I could hear a drop of a dime.
It was gone again.
I was scared.
Looking everywhere it was in the hands of a teacher-
And then that's when I knew my day was going to be a huge nightmare.
I know this kind of poem is long-
and I deeply apologize-
I write a lot when i'm panicked or scared.
It's just that female anatomy intrigues me,
And i'm a big weeb-
So I kinda combine the two when I draw?
Basically Hentai.
I draw traps sometimes so if I get caught;
I could easily say "That's a guy".
