I never knew how to draw, but I drew you.
I drew you the way I saw you. I had your lines and curves right. Not perfect; not flawed— just right. I drew you to the song in my heart that plays whenever you were around. I drew you to its beat; my hand dances to its rhythm. I drew you to the beats of my heart.
"Who is that?" A curious mind asked.
I smiled. "That's him."
The eyes lost colour and flashed SOS signal. For what? For who? "No... that's not... him..."
I drew you the way I saw you. Not perfect, not flawed. I drew you to the beats of my heart.
"That's not him. That's... your expectation."
The SOS signal was for me. I needed help. I needed help from you.
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[27/05/18]
YOU ARE READING
Lost Chapters
PuisiI'm sorry I never wrote about you--you were my secret. - [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them: some of others.]
