You Can'T Borrow My Pen

It’s rainy….......or maybe it’s sunny Either way, I drew a wonderful day, And I drew a dream with the sky as my ceiling You can’t come in, but no hard feelings You had this pen, but only drew dashes Burned bridges and scattered ashes. You drew lies that could fill oceans. Don’t say you tried, you hid emotions. What a pretty world you created for me. What happened and how could it be hated? I don’t believe in being beautiful, but thanks for trying. Do you believe in never, because the ink isn’t drying. It was nice to meet you, so long “my love.” and no… you can not borrow my pen