I drew a sketch of you
amateur, but still of you
had for you a hidden note before I knew lust
its probably somewhere hidden in dust
friends laughed and tried
I blushed, they sighed
couldnt get me through that wall of fear
and I hugged it like it was you my dear
scores of years passed
eyes aged and glassed
the pain never left my heart
stuck in there like a fine dart
I grew wild maniacally
you found true love eventually
I stopped when seeing your face
a smile that holds much grace
while I sit here decaying in rust
I sit growing old, living the past
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
I drew a sketch of you
amateur, but still of you
had for you a hidden note before I knew lust
its probably somewhere hidden in dust
friends laughed and tried
I blushed, they sighed
couldnt get me through that wall of fear
and I hugged it like it was you my dear
scores of years passed
eyes aged and glassed
the pain never left my heart
stuck in there like a fine dart
I grew wild maniacally
you found true love eventually
I stopped when seeing your face
a smile that holds much grace
while I sit here decaying in rust
I sit growing old, living the past
when you see the wedding photos of a girl you liked