When i dont hold the pen
I dont know what to write
But as soon as i hold it
All i hold comes to it
I used to be a talented poet
Writing from my gifted brain
But now i write from the heart
Those intellectual pictures are reduced to a pool of emotions
Life is a journey
Which memories can never be forgotten
I wish it was a poem
I can simply erase all the bad lines Ive written
And forget about them forever
Alas! It is not
And the only option i am left with
Is to continue wearing my mask of lies
That tells but not the real feelings
And coping with malicious friends around made me turn my weaknesses into strenth
Oh i am a fortress in the midst of a battlefield
Resisting attacks from each angle and the queen of the pen in me will always glitter.
