6 March 2013
A blank piece of paper Seems so sad All alone something bad
But when i come along its like a whole new song
Swirls of graphite come from my pencil Forming perfection without a stencil
Pictures and words the whole complexion Gives the paper a new direction
Like magic coming from a tip Gives no reason for speaking lips
Talk with drawing Just start scrawling And the words will come to you
And if you don't like what you say Just pick up your Big Pink and erase it away
Drawing • Opuss № I