Drawing Book

I’ve had to look
For a book
That I’ll draw in every day
I’ll draw in it every day
The book’s signed by my friends
Who’ll be with me ‘till the end
This book is all I’ve had
That makes me happy, makes me sad
The only thing I’ll pour my soul into
Without it, I don’t know what I’d do!
This book doesn’t hold art
It holds feelings, isn’t that smart?
As I move onto high school
Using all kinds of utensils and tools
I’ll never forget
Even though the ending’s almost met
People called it art
I thought it was... a start
Depression and lessons
Many feelings and more
I’ll draw and draw
‘Till my eyes get sore
My hands will burn
Some skills I’ll earn
I’m afraid this chapter has come to an end
Some sort of message, is what I hope to send
To you
Something inspiring, something new
And now, I wish you adieu.