Poem By Elcypher_These Notes

These Notes

I've come again with a pencil
To draw you an envious line
Just upon a page of your heart
Which shall witness a design

Lo! From the birth of my art
I conjured a caricature
But my pencil ceased to draw
So, I borrow this miniature

But this miniature are these notes
From the mind of a young poet
Who has no fine garb or clothes
Yet aim at suiting your heart

Behold, these notes are his fine arts
Different colours of some words
Yet to him, he seems less smart
To call himself an artist

These notes, if you glance or read
It's a joke you may not need
But if it tends to make you smile
He thinks to write is worthwhile...

...
el cypher.