he refuses talking to me

When he was crying she was holding him in her arms.

They were dancing and what all around was just candl's light.

He was just walking slowly between the lines
and if he wanted to cross she was would be his guide.

She is my paper, she was apart of me but now she left me because she lost her contact with me.


He is my pencil and he the one that i had to leave because he can't recognize me ,he refuses talking to me.

For them i became some thing strange.

They said that i lost my self and there is nothing they can do about it.