with this pencil i hold in my hand
i will sketch and i will write
i will do the things to cope
because i lost you
a week ago yesterday
but not long after i begin to draw
the pictures will remind me of you
the tears will fall and scatter
and i will lose myself
yet again
because you took me
which was a piece of pottery
and you pried off the glued down lid
you opened me up
told me what love was
and then you left me
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
with this pencil i hold in my hand
i will sketch and i will write
i will do the things to cope
because i lost you
a week ago yesterday
but not long after i begin to draw
the pictures will remind me of you
the tears will fall and scatter
and i will lose myself
yet again
because you took me
which was a piece of pottery
and you pried off the glued down lid
you opened me up
told me what love was
and then you left me
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