Wallflower

I'll always be remembered

As a shadow

In the lives I touch.

An existence

You acknowledge,

Perhaps

Even curl your lips around

From time to time,

A faraway look in your eyes.

But I'll always,

Always

Be the one you leave out

When you pen down

The story of your life.

I don't mind.

I'll keep your secret.

I'll be your secret.

For I am here

But

For a small bit

Of eternity.

Abandoned scratches on the canvas

I mused

If I could coax that brush

To stroke that canvas

Into wild abandon

With a million colours

Or maybe just one

I would never lay it to rest.

If I could create melodies

I would play those chords

Until the beats ran dry

Or burst with the depth of my soul. 

The realisation descended then

I can create magic with words

And yet there stands my pen

Gathering dust.