Sketch

Sketch
by me(whatever)
to: A Love Song (It's too clumsy)

you sketched me out on a piece
of ripped, lined notebook paper.
you breathed the first and the last
words I spoke to you.

Between the lines I am divided by,
there is an empty space of white.
Dots for eyes, and ovals for hands
what am I? who am I?

There was no time,
I was dead as soon as I was born.
There is a tattered piece of a part of you
still left in me. 

Open the day to more
than a ruled blue horizon.
Because I've been here a long time,
closed within night.

If its your dream,
where do you think I'll travel to?
A forgotten moment,
since I couldn't resemble you.