The Chipped Pen

Watching the lyrics

Flow out of your chipped pen

I think about how

We have come to be

How we can speak

So easily

The touch of your gaze

Reminds of the prophetic phrase

Eye contact isn’t

What it used to be

These simple verses

Make you so dizzy

The elation is electric

Bliss reigns

Where our lines overlap

Our story breathes

As your pen scratches paper

I can imagine you here

But it isn’t quite the same

As the touch of your breath

Draw me

Make me part of your sketch

Part of your conflict

Make my heart crumble

Like clay in a lover’s hands

I always knew you had the ability

In your capable hands

The chipped pen

Will dance



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