Today I felt as if I have deceived that pencil.
My fingers' grip over it made me feel nostalgic
of those shading strokes and the space they fill
and the movement of the lead creating magic.
How could I forget my love and still
expect that spell to work in the first try?
It was my falsity and not any lack of skill
I sat numb, then pondered if it was all a lie!
But acceptance is the key, no more getting shy
So I made a promise today: my love will never die.