and then words fail

i draw because talking makes me look up and think and cry.

i draw ink hearts and blooming orchids and girls with angel wings because i want to fly to you but i'm permanently grounded.

the angel has six wings and sad eyes, and she's afraid if she can't fly you'll disappear.

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there are days where i try to draw but nothing looks right.

where everything looks wrong and a little deformed just like i am, but i don't speak because i'll cry.

my fingers trace words across paper, laughable words you'll think are a joke,

even if each word is a little piece of me written in black ink.