Pen and Paper


Every time my pen left the paper
She would come back to start another word
Because even though she wanted to stop
However much she wanted to leave
The paper pulled her back closer
And showed her how beautiful they were together
He didn’t realize he was killing her
One drop of ink at a time
For he was just making memories
Lost in the depth of every line
She silently gave her life
everyday, to see him brimming with words
She knew she had to stop one day
And might not have the time to say
goodbyes, but little did she know
That someone would fill her up again
And her life wouldn’t end in pain

Friday evening thoughts

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