You're A Ghost Of A Drawing

I drew it out with pen on reused paper

The shading was wrong

But it was the best that I could do
 

The edges turned a soft brown

And were weathered from the heat of the sun

The ink sunk deep and wore the wrinkles in

You look older than last time

But my pen doesn't lie
 

Your lips slowly turned down

Into a slight frown

The inked drawing

Shows you as a ghost
 

Your collar is turned down

As are the sheets in your bed

Where no one but you will lie
 

I drew it out with pen on reused paper

The shading was wrong

But it was the best that I could do
 

The edges turned a soft brown

And were weathered from the heat of the sun

The ink sunk deep and wore the wrinkles in

You look older than last time

But my pen doesn't lie
 

Your lips slowly turned down

Into a slight frown

The inked drawing

Shows you as a ghost