bicycleofthoughts

This pen is bad but it’s all I have
So I write with it
A rose after bleeding from thorns is still beautiful
I hope someone reads my thoughts
It’s better than killing them with yourself
I hope he spreads them
even if he doesn’t like them
I don’t want my ideas to die with him
My life is already looking to be over
just like this pen
Maybe because we are both worthless without our soulmates
I found its soulmate for it
And I hope it finds mine for me
I know I am asking too much
from something lifeless
But they have given me more than those who are alive
Needless to say, I have to stop now
Dying mid-sentence is a bad way to go.