I drew you with some tiny traces on the ground
With a little stick on my hand
Your round eyes
The arch of your brows
The shape of your lips
The curve of your smile
To draw your shapely cheeks if I could
Then I realized I couldn't
With only balls and sticks I knew
Even your hair stood like straws on a field
I'm sorry it wasn't even right
Yet, I tried still
One day on the canvas in my room
I hope to draw
The soul in your eyes
The merry-go-ride of your emotions
ABOUT ME
@janesuiren is an introverted night owl who enjoys coffee a lot. An otaku and a foodie, she also lives inside the stories she dreams to publish one day. You can catch her admiring her rainy and picturesque hometown in Western Leyte, Philippines.