i was a brand new pencil.
and you were a creative drawer.
you were excited when you first had me.
but as time went on you began to use me less and less.
i wasn't worth more than just another.
i was in love with your hands grabbing me when you wanted to escape reality.
i was a pencil and you were a creative drawer
i needed your touch more than i planned to.
you search for me only when you wanted some fun.
and time off of life.
if you were the waves.
i'd be the sand on the shore line.
and no matter how long you left for.
everytime you came back.
i'd take the short moments with you and love them.
