Dancing Pen

Photo by Álvaro Serrano on Unsplash

My time stops when I play with words.
It seems a puzzle until concurred.
Veracity is soon uncovered,
A smile? A tear? Maybe a lover!

Each line will depend on you alone,
Do not overthink, too much unknown.
My times stops when I play with words,
My friend, read again, you might misheard.