The pencil that broke my heart...
So perfect with your slender frame
And soldiers solemn stance
A wooden stick I've learnt to love
But never had a chance
The pointed, silver, greyish end
Provides me with my lead
To record the days events
And thoughts that were not said
Every time I hold you near
And think of what to draw
I know you were the right choice,
Erasers are a bore.
I groomed you with my sharpener
And left you looking neat
I'd never choose another
Coz perfections hard to beat
I thought you'd be there 'till the end
Your presence filled the gap
I should have been more careful,
Why did you have to snap??