A T A R M ' S L E N G T H

I still remember that picture that you drew
Brightly coloured people
People that you knew
And I remember the day that you drew me
A dull pencil drawing
A soul I couldn’t see
I knew it wasn’t me

That girl you drew was happy in a way I’d never be
Smiling broadly into space
A way so strange to me
You drew her at arm’s length to you
Too far to get too close
Just close enough to know you
And to know the distant truth

It wasn’t until then I knew you hated me that much
Contented to be far away
From anybody’s touch

I still remember the day that you drew me
A dull pencil drawing
A soul I couldn’t see
I knew that it was me

by Olivia Capulet

Comments (1)

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