My pen is a flashlight; it helps me see,
A vision of love that will never be.
I compose your eyes, but they look away.
Tears drip like ink; lines have something to say.
I keep drawing then my emotions fall.
I keep climbing but my ladder’s too small.
From your brilliant mind sprouts beautiful hair,
My pen mimics your beauty with care.
I know you’re lost, but I search for a way.
Euphoric love— yes,I know it’s cliché.
Wondering how many years this could drawl,
I keep climbing but my ladder’s too small.
Larger-than-life but oddly so shy;
Risking my heart, I was willing to try.
It’s time to erase imagination,
I’ve grown weary with anticipation.
I’m everything or I’m nothing at all.
I keep climbing but my ladder’s too small.
I’ve tried to ignore why I’m feeling blue,
My thoughts touch the paper, so now they’re true.
You won’t extend the ladder, now I see.
The pen moves freely; my lines release me.
It’s time to stop looking with my mind’s eye,
The pen tells the truth and the ink is dry.
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