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Pens and Pencils

Contributed by Red Silo on Thursday, 5th June 2003 @ 09:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

What are you doing?
Put your cap back on.
You’re writing all over me,
You’ve scratched me entirely too long.

You’ve been cutting me with such a sharp tip.
Constantly drawing and erasing my flagship.
I would think you would grow….
I would think…..well………..I don’t know.

I am so unsure of the intentions,
And whether the cap is a remedy or trap.
How am I to know?
You don’t always write your thoughts in stone.
But neither do I….

Where am I going with this?
And what is considered true?
I cannot comprehend how this will affect me,
But neither do you….

If you’re going to paint on my spirit,
And break the seals of my skin,
Burn and encrypt these things inside of me, which they couldn’t see….
But neither could we,
And sowe the future within.

If your go time is now,
Break the seal of the skin,
Try to trace it deep and hard,
No need to relive it again.
There’s no need for the pencil, only a pen.

I hope you write a story so everlasting in my heart,
We’ve been through a lot of tearing at our seams,
But one man’s poison can always be another man’s dreams.

I’ll be strong and I will stay,
I’ll do anything take this emptiness pain away.
Can you feel?
Are all your books in me always so real?

Copyright Â© Red Silo ... [ 2003-06-05 09:05:00]
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Re: Pens and Pencils (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Thursday, 5th June 2003 @ 02:28:45 PM AEST
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the metaphor works well - an interesting idea too. my favourite lines are "We’ve been through a lot of tearing at our seams,
But one man’s poison can always be another man’s dreams." hope to read more of your work soon, welcome to ypdc. Kate x

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