For I am A __

I am an object beyond ordinary

But I can be described as extraordinary

I take form in many colors

Often used by lovers

I pull your emotions from the depth of your soul

Where then you lose control

Those that use me, our gifted wings

I take them too far of kings

If I am broken, I stain your hands

With my lost commands

I have the power to create new worlds

Some as precious as pearls

I help create songs

And show you where you belong

I am used to create art

That can tear the world apart

I create movements

That often lead to improvements

I am used to sign your life away

Forcing you to have to pay

I am used to mark the skin

With things that often make you cringe

You find me on a desk

Where I often get no rest

Or thrown at the bottom of a bag

Like a dirty old rag

When I run out

You may give a shout

But I am always thrown away

Never here to stay

Just know that I am here

The next time you write, Dear

For I am a pen

Ready to be used again