I'll be leaving you my cocoon
It is time for me to bloom
And soar on my own
It is time for my beauty to be shown
It is time to leave my comfort zone
I'll be leaving you soon

You have imprisoned me for a while
You didn't know you nourished me inside
With bruises and pain, I actually died
I am resurrecting, no need to hide
Your rules, I will not abide
Goodbye my cocoon, goodbye

I cannot even draw a straight line
My masterpiece is a doodle stick man
My drawing of a heart doesn't look like one
But I'd want to show you the visions that I have

I'd like to sketch a portrait of you
Like Jack on Titanic would do
Or paint a thousand sunsets
Like what Michael learnt to do

I'd like to draw those sceneries we see
Or that image of your back as you sleep
The image of our hands intertwined
Paint the colors you gave my life when it was black and white

But I cannot draw..

I've been jealous of those who can
Express their love through drawing or painting
But I cannot draw
What my eyes saw

I cannot draw
Those comic strips
With our love story in it
I just have no talent in this field

I cannot draw
So the least I can do is write
Draw words from my soul and rhyme
Paint words to rhyme
Sketch stories into words and color them to rhyme

I cannot draw
But I can write

If you could only just undo everything
Un-see what you have seen
Un-hear what you have heard
Un-feel what you have felt

Undo what you have done
Un-remember memories that you had
Un-like what you have liked
Un-love what you have loved

It would be much easier
And less painful

But reality doesn't work that way

Reality smiles at you, then punch you hard in the face
Reality punches you hard in the face, then smiles at you
Reality punches you hard in the face, while smiling at you
It tells you, *"There is no CTRL + Z in your life's keyboard"