What if I told you that I miss drawing
Shall I go find a pencil and a paper?
What if I told you, I only found a pen?
And I started writing about my feelings instead
would it still be the same, I said
What if I lost my thoughts while watching the blue sky?
I wanted to be inspired, but my mind was gone with the wind
What if the warmth of the sun was the hug I needed
It made me dream about a place while I was in another, Is that cheating?
What if my poetry wasn’t what I meant to say?
Would it be the same day, the day we met
If only you found me that pencil ..
Would you still give me that paper?
Would you tell me to draw?
Life is simply complicated while things are fated
What a waste of time, the time I spend away from you