just a piece of paper
in my drawing book
try to scratch with pencil
sketching every corner
coloring with colorful paint
through my imagination
I don't like crayon
but I love the colors
no need to erase because it can't
even there's a smear that undesirable
I should make it pretty

the world grows older
it's just like me
but when I was younger
I pretended to be doughty
as they saw from the outside
my queen and king let me travel this world
it was the right time
and their hance
I started my stride
left my castle and others
hey it's not easy!
it's not my place, not my home
but sometimes I realized
I'm not their little girl anymore
then I learn how to learn

love is like an ice cream
melting the strawberry feeling
in crunchy cone
it just tasted at once
but I'm addicted of it

dear paper..
don't you ever think?
it's not easy as I draw a line or dot
it's more complicated than coil of rope
I even can't sketch it
but I note word by word
it's all my dream