I\'m going to draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I\'ll draw it with a razor blade
I\'ll draw it on my wrist
As I draw this picture
A fountain will appear
And as this fountain flows
My troubles will disappear
And as my troubles disappear
They will keep coming back
And drive me to draw this picture again
So many times I have lost track
So I keep on drawing
And keep asking for more
But there is none left to give, my pen runs dry
As I fall to the floor.















Comments
this poem does the full job of a poem...........
you're an amazing writer (or at least i think so) this is incredible
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