My Pen

The portal from which the tears I hold inside, 

Release themselves in another form.

In a form that blimishes my blue lined canvas with the stain of my emotions,

Deep secrets that my lips cease to speak,

Hidden thoughts that I that I hold so deep in the innermost cracks of my mind that even I sometimes forget they are there.

The voice of my mind, the liborator of my ever flowing thoughts, the object that grants my heart amnesty, it cries tears for me as if it took my pain.

It brings to life my ideations, It declares the words my lips have not the strength to express. 

The words rooted with emotion, emotions that I cover with a smile wider than the width of the sky,

Emotions layered with deciet, no one can penetrate deep enough to reach them, except..  

My Pen  

 

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