Surface Pen

I grasp my surface pen.
It's cold freezes my hand and yet I warm it.
I disfigured its metallic dark blue skin
To reveal unwanted silver scratches.
The button reveals a satisfactory click
That commands my laptop.
The pen's tip, ruins on top of blue point.
From changing the tip.
The straight side counters with the curved body
To exquisitely give life to a right click
A magic wand contained within a blue shell
Wires twist and turn strengthening the machine
A magic wand contained within a blue shell
I tap my laptop with the pen
Ever so rarely
I barely use it.