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
About the Creator
Amber Zajec
I have always loved the art of story telling. The magic of words and how they can create new worlds and people.
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Comments (1)
Very nice, I was thinking of all kinds of iffy things which this could possibly be. Whew, it is a pen. Relief.