(An older drawing)
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave,
Just like all I loved, I make believe.
Imagine heart, I disappear, seems,
No one will appear here and make me real.
There are no flowers, no not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words, I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this, hurts me.
This Time Imperfect by A.F.I.: http://youtu.be/rjC4bwuiZ3Y
Drawn traditionally and outlined & colored in Paint Tool SAI.