This pen is faded. It no longer writes symphony.
This hand, no longer steady, now shakes at every word uttered.
My only motivation is the touch of your skin
But I keep repeating that over and again

I want to write what they all will praise.
I want to say something worth telling to your lover in the darkest of hours inbetween grins and your skin on the sheets.
I want to tell everyone how love can really be
Like the sky and the stars, every single shade, every texture
I want to describe each aspect to let you know..to know anything worth knowing.

One day.