I can draw different pictures ,but From where should I start ? I can draw with a pencil As a reminder that I can do something ... I can draw pictures ,but In my mind this time ... I can draw with my eyes ,but Through different sights ... My drawings vary from One thing to another ...
The graphite stained my fingertips
As I smudged a shadow trail of hair;
Or shaded the outer side of lips
Chapped, pale, and barely there.
When to laconism I retreat,
I breathe with the night sky
Of darkest blue and star-lit.
The pen shall bleed, smile and sigh.
Until light fetches the dark
And my consciousness slip,
With the pen I will bleed.
I am special, complex in my construction.
Beautifully designed for your destruction.
I am everywhere and all around.
I've been needed and I love it.
You rely on me the most when your stressed and down.
Draw me in and place your trust.
I'll return it all in the form of dust.
Watch as they all turn and combust.
Draw me in once more don't stop.
It will get better now do you feel it.
I feed on you, give you false strength
Evil intent laughing at your expense
Draw me in dance with me forever.
I’ll paint the colour of your eyes
contrasting the crinkles beside
that always appear when you lie
I’ll paint the blue of your smile
the corners of your mouth
with a quirk of your brow
I’ll paint the yellow in your laugh
your cheeks slightly tinged pink
the way your eyes twinkle
Every tone and every hue
captured in brushstrokes that end too soon
I’ll always draw you gently, like a soft croon
Here is the finished
portrait of you.