~ The Pen ~
Scratching across the page
A best friend in the worst of times
Repeating my words and rhymes
My heart flowing from me in black lines
An instrument of my soul
Meets with paper to make music
Lyrics of my thoughts
Yet, unable to fully relay my words
To their complete meaning
I stop
My pen raised my in hand
My brow wrinkled in thought
I begin to chew the end, till
I smile again with a new thought
Scratch goes the pen once more
Again the meeting of the pen and paper
Give off satisfactory results
The words become me
And I become the words
With only the pen between us
My grip tightens and my heart expands
Before my eyes the hand and pen become one
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