She Gave Me a Pen
I use it to bare purpose, in a life where lights aren't as bright
as she would like them to be,...good days are catergorized
as long naps and "chick flicks" that tell stories of a love
aged, even though innocense is seen as the plot,...sometimes
she doesn't wanna speak of her plight, so smiley faces
come across to hide what's really inside,...I know she's
hurting, and she knows that I'm hurting, but we both rather
talk about our friends instead,...for their lives are much
sillier than ours, and some days laughs are hard to come by,
so I take this pen with green ink in it and try to write lines in the
sky,...Being a romantic is hard when I'm hopeless and she's
hopeful that I just let my feelings for her subside,...I ask her
why?, I believe this pen with green ink can make you happy,
but she sees it as a dream, kinda like when art reflects life,...
I guess you can never comprehend the depths that one is
willing to go to make themselves invisible, but she's anything
but to me,...I see it as a privledge to write with this pen, with
this green ink, on this paper, that I've found in a pad,...I use
it to bare purpose, to write lines in the sky, that might spell
out her name,...she gave me a pen, I gave her a dream, so
I'm guessing the green ink is where we meet in-between,...
Copyright © Jason Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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