This pen is my friend,
This page is my pal,
This pen makes my feelings flow,
Onto this paper they stay.
My pen conveys my emotions,
My paper reflects them.
My pen draws the image,
On this paper I can see,
Just what exactly,
Is going on inside me.
My pen tells no lies,
My paper is the judge.
Words flow from the edges of my mind, Swirling, whirling, twirling all around. And every moment that I feel like I'm lost, It's the words...
My unsung love… She is someone who is Caring, humble, amazing, And beautiful inside. She has the most melodical Voice and her features-...
Your life is as you make it, But whether it be good, It is as it should. It may be dark, and not well lit, And with it, do as you see...
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