Anesthesia PH - Pencils



With imperfect lines I tried to draw your face
Remembering every curve that in your sleep I have traced
Your snobby nose and your goddamn pouty lips
Are one of the things I can never resist

The unruly hair on your forehead that you hate
Not a single day goes by that I fail to appreciate
Your eyes so blurry with glasses you can’t live without
Oh I can’t live without you, that’s a fact without a doubt

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