I wish I could draw, I dont want to write
Three shades of blue, a couple purple hues
Splattered over ink pen outlines
A figure sat low, knees dug into the ground
Lines overlapping, the details are smudged
What's she begging for you'd wonder,
And who is she begging above?
Tears would streak the page, but it'd just add to the scene
A figure unmoving, an illustration I'd love
But no I can't draw her
So I write her alive, but it's not the same
I can write her feelings, but I'd like to draw her pain
If you can't verbally listen maybe I could visually explain
Writing from anger, reading with pain
Tearing up paper just to rewrite again,
A torturous cycle that goes on all night
When every word that you know always starts a fight
