A pencil, sharpener and cassette

She was a vesselFull of melodiesHer voice could make everyone dance of their feetSometimes jolly her songs were,Sometimes they were sweetSometimes romantic or sadBut she was always a bliss.I, on the other handWas just a body with a black leadWho could only write about her beauty, kindnessCharisma and glories. We were both different from each [...]