[Chie]: 227."Poetry".My own lines

I'm holding a pencil, drawing on paper
about everything I feel dear to me
And when I show you the fairies I've drawn
You just can't see
You only look back at me question in your eyes


All you can see are the plain words on a paper
When I see beautiful pictures of fairies
which I have drawn there by my words
And I was so sure you would see them
I was so sure you would understand


Somebody comes over to me,
looks at the papaer I hold in my hands
"Nice fairies you've drawn, they look so real."
There they are, even he sees them clearly
Yes, he can see them, but you can't


And next day you come from work
You see I'm gone, you wonder where I am
I don't come back for the night
One day you realise I'm not coming back at all
And you can't even see the reason I left you