One Life To Live: A Pen That Bleeds Green

Green has never been

A conforming or usual choice

For jotting your mind

Or scribbling your heart's voice

For they think of red,

Maybe even of pink and blue

As all the emotions

A writer's heart could sew

But there's more to a pen

That conveys the thoughts

Of a 'naut freed by love,

And binded in knots

That pen bleeds

But bleeds in green

For it knows the emerald ocean

It carries within

There may be streaks of blue,

Or turquoise and tinges of pink

(But never red or black)

Even when the cosmos tests...

Tests it...

To a treacherous brink

The heart did witness shreds of red

But the pigments would vanish

As the beating breath would thread..

Words of sunshine,

And chimes of breeze,

The smile of daffodils

Into the depth of the inking seas

That pen bleeds

And will bleed in green

For there's always a tomorrow

With a charismatic sheen

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