Lines of destiny

Oh, lonely little pencil, where did you go?

In a world of colors, you felt so low.

Waiting in the dark, lost in despair,

But there's a spark of magic waiting somewhere.

Scribbled dreams in a forgotten drawer,

Blunt and dull, like I’d lost my core.

Searching for purpose in a stack of sheets,

Every mark I made just felt incomplete.

But then she came, with a vision so bright,

An artist’s heart, showing me the light.

She picked me up, oh, what a thrill,

With every stroke, I found my will.

Curves and lines like a symphony,

No longer lost, I felt so free.

Together we dance on a canvas of fate,

Painting our stories, oh, it feels so great.

And then she came, with a vision so bright,

An artist’s heart, showing me the light.

She picked me up, oh, what a thrill,

With every stroke, I found my will.

Now I glide across pages, vibrant and true,

Each masterpiece reflects me and you.

From the depths of shadows to a world so wide,

In her gentle hands, I run full of pride.

Oh, she came, with a vision so bright,

An artist’s heart, showing me the light.

Picked me up, oh, what a thrill,

With every stroke, I found my will.

Now I’m not just a pencil, I’m a story to tell,

In a gallery of dreams, where I fit so well.

With every stroke we create a new song,

Together forever, where I belong.