Pen on My Song

Rhythms of the words make my pen lose its feet on the paper. What exactly lies in the views is just a moment. A moment that never had a realization that it will be cherished so long that it will end so soon. By the time I will recognize this moment this moment will be gone. And it may seem like I am falling off the cliff of this very romantic dance stage but this is just my ballet turning into b-buoying. And I know my head spins are not as decorated as my deer leap but they dance to the beat of my soul and not your mind. And I am not ashamed anymore of my t-shirt falling above my chest over my head, and I know you can see my bra but at least I know my mind is protected and this amount of vulnerability, my darling I can handle, so ogle while you can and shake it lose if you must and bark if you will and bite if you shall I will bite back and at least for that very moment when we are both bleeding out of bruises we gave each other, we will know we are alive.

There is no other option than living this because this is what is written for today and this is what I'll write tomorrow or this is what will enhance me tomorrow. I won't take it for granted as I won't shut myself from the reality of being destroyed, from being taken as a whole and left as a part not known to me and then there is this endeavor to refill the self and rejuvenate the beauty of broken pieces. But if I can’t then I shan't and call me lazy but I love my flaws just too much. It is these pit holes, the dimples on your face that make you so beautiful. So who am I to fix something that shines so bright only when it's broken and who am I to stop the light from entering the cracks of my undone heart when I know I’ll be stopping a fire that might warm some and burn some. And who am I to close your eyes when you could see the doom and laugh at it. and who am I to open those eyes when I know you will cry.

This reminds me of letting you get off the blindfolds which already keeps you away from the truth and lets you inhale the faulted vicinity but lets you rejoice the false moment. I won't stop you from being unreal but I can suggest you the reality. I cant let you get rid off this day but I can be your hope to believe that there exists this thing which embraces the fact that there is this magic calling you from far and be your guest for a while. So that you know that today is the romantic air which can give you Goosebumps and when you sit there still ogling I’ll start my ballet again. And I’ll dance more gracefully than I ever have. And I’ll be doing it for you and I’ll know what you’ll say, you know what you’ll say. You’ll say that I have changed and in those seconds I’ll dissolve as I watch you disown me and I’ll lose it again rhythms of the words make my pen lose its feet on the paper.