With This Pen

With this pen, I paint an image of you. Not a portrait, but a true portrayal of you. The ink flows into words that dance across your hair. The end of each sentence marking a cross that you bear. A painting would be suitable for some. With beautiful colors, cascading down on you from above. But, those colors mearly hide the truth behind your smile. With the right shade of light and a light smear, it becomes a cosmetic fix for a while. My words flow through every crack and fill every shadow. They bring all light to the surface, for the reader to see within the shallows. The image of you that I create can be vivid and great. But with this pen, my words can also design your fate. You see the truth here is that my words hold all truth. They leave no place for lies to hide, with each word holding proof. In the readers eyes, my words are you… With this pen, I can create you… With this pen, I can finish you...