Missing My Pencil
You're such a partner in these empty afternoons.
You keep me awake while everything else bores me to death.
You offer me a way out of here without moving a foot.
You write exactly the things I'd really want to say.
You write it and nobody around can notice.
You don't let deep scars or any kind of clue.
It's so easy to erase you from the physical world
and keep your concept with me.