Judging from the rainbow memo that I once saw,
“A jolly joy to embrace”
At my “ship” to sail in “relation” to intimacy.
My inevitable tear that I wear,
At the pallet of my chin,
Cued me of my cursed fortune.
“To be rejected, to be jilted”.
I am ken by name and I have always lived beside my pen, when I look in my mirror, he stares right back at me, in my sleep i dream of him, in my environment only i see him. He is everywhere i go, then i realized that he is part of me. For a while now we have passed on messages to the world through poetry. I wouldn't want to swap for another instrument because my pen is my friend.