Pencil Sketch
My life as a portraitist begins now,
As we’ve ended and parted ways.
I begin to sketch your face upon,
A torn ‘n’ old big canvas.
I nostalgically began to sketch you,
Just as you looked on the last date,
We met for the last time,
‘Cause that’s the least I could do.
The pearl earrings that complimented,
Your cute ears as you brushed your hair behind,
Your warm smile that made me,
Fall for you all over again.
Why am too scrupulous when it comes to you?
I still remember being dumb enough,
Not recognizing that you were wearing,
The earrings that I bought for you.
I regret I’m only left with memories
And not with you by my side.
But I’ll still keep sketching,
Until I remember your face.
(p.s.I’m a budding poetess there might be some mistakes so excuse me)