WickednWeird

As he drew, His pencil slipped, Leaving an undesired mark upon his canvas. Erasing leaves shadows, And the mark he left was far too heavy. He began to think to himself. Something familiar was there, Something he simply could not shake. He had seen this before, He had seen it and forgotten. This particular memory was destined to be lost forever, Forever lost in the depths of his mind. He then started to think deeper. How many "mistakes" were thrown away? There was something quite incredible here, And he was seconds from tossing it aside forever. Fate had given him another chance To reclaim this gem that had been tossed careles