Never in Pen

I could never write my life in pen.

Put the record on again.

This song is a key

To a door

In my iridescent heart.

It's part of the things you wish you knew.

Every keystroke is a clue.

Dance on the strings

Of a violin

Made of velvet.

Can you catch the glittering rain in a glass?

My wings change colors with my mask.

The melody plays on

In secret

In madness.

And you may never really know what lies here.

These cages and realms withering away the years.

The sun ignites

Into something deeper

Never to be so forgotten.

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