Undervalued
Without you
My page is bare
You move my thoughts
You are my voice
I might go mad
Should you disappear
Though honestly
I would not seek you out
You laugh with me
And know my mind
Every word I know
Is, too, yours
But should you break
Under pressure's hand
Then you I shall toss
Without a second thought
I need you
I know that
Though I do not love you
In the slightest bit
Held in my hand
Between my fingers
Everyday
My number two pencil
My page is bare
You move my thoughts
You are my voice
I might go mad
Should you disappear
Though honestly
I would not seek you out
You laugh with me
And know my mind
Every word I know
Is, too, yours
But should you break
Under pressure's hand
Then you I shall toss
Without a second thought
I need you
I know that
Though I do not love you
In the slightest bit
Held in my hand
Between my fingers
Everyday
My number two pencil