Spent Days

I used to spend my whole days drawing
whatever sparks my imagination sent,
but those sparks have long been forgotten
as my heart came taking over.

Then I spent my whole days thinking
unable to pick up my charcoal and sketchpad.
Instead, a black pen and notebook was set
in my hands.

I spend my whole days writing with doodles
as I once did as a little girl, but more.
My mind is set on one person my heart
will never forget as I tattoo everything
I want to say on virgin papers in black ink.

I used to spend my whole days drawing,
now I fear it’ll never be that way again.