Walked into the room
Where you were talking
With a friend of ours

Asked if I could talk to you
Your face turned sour
You got really scared

Asked you to hold out your hand
I grabbed my gel pen and drew
A heart in black ink

Your face enlightened
In such a way I hadn't seen in a very long time
And you hugged me so tightly

I told you that I'd have my pen
Waiting for the next opportunity
To draw a heart in black ink

On your hand to remind you
I'd always love you
So that when I wasn't around

You'd be able to smile
Just like I did on the days
You drew one on mine

I turned to that friend
She assured me
That things would be fine

Little did I know
Nothing would be fine
That my pen is still waiting for round 2