Left with my crayon
Sketch what I've conceived
Drawing is my profession
But why I get deceived?

Bamboozled with my own outline
Avidly swayed my pencil and marker
To add more glamorous designs
In this discreet piece of paper

Then now you came
Peek on what I've drawn
Hide it with shame
Wish you'd never saw

Steal more sheets
For the works I always keep
Till it drop beside my feet
With my heart begin to bleed

Crayons that give colors
Begin to fade and vanish
My masterpiece was filled with terrors
Pictures and drawings was now with blemish

A crayon we partake
I pleaded not to break
But now you've already done
Two crayons from one

This frail crayon was now two
One for me, one for you
Violet was separated and red becomes blue
Broken crayon without a hue

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©CrishaneAen 2016