One night I woke up and found myself lying beside you
I could not help but stare at your beautiful face
I gathered my pencils, and started to trace
to capture your beauty in my sketch

…but it seems that my pencils failed
and my purpose defeated
for no matter how perfect my masterpiece is–
It’s still nothing compared to you…

I got my pen, and wrote down every possible words
that would best describe how beautiful you are
and how much love I feel for you

My pens bleed with words
and my brains with it….
But they died in the end – still a failure

My pencils and bleeding pens could never capture
and would never be able to describe
Your beauty and Love.

Nothing could.

Title: Pencils and Bleeding Pens
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