My story

This is my story

I was lying eagerly waiting

Patiently waiting for my turn

You took my friends one by one

And I kept counting

How many more were left

Before I could feel the caress of your soft hand

I knew it would be painful but pleasurable

The tip of the pen was sharp

But the words were beautiful notes from David’s harp

My day finally came

On the left hand corner you signed your name

Then began your favorite game

Of creating a master piece

Words started flowing with ease

I hoped and prayed that they would never cease

I was enjoying every moment

Till you stopped suddenly

Looked at me with a frown

Held me tightly with your claws

The mistake was neither mine nor yours

But your hands gave me the death sentence

Now I lie here at the corner of your room

Crumpled into a tiny roll

Thanks heavens you are not a good shot

Otherwise I should have ended up in the dustbin

I can only hope and pray

That one day you will look my way

Change your mind

Pick me up and straighten me up

Read through me again

And find ways of correcting the mistake

For I had a dream

Of carrying your most beautiful masterpiece

Working together as a team

Maybe even win a prestigious prize

Friends weren’t meant to part this easily