pens

pens

A Poem by sheerpoetry
"

I was boared!

"

pens magicly read my mind

sometimes they call to me

its funny the relationship we have

all i have to do is hold them

and they respond to me

in way that is so personal.

sometimes when i want to cry

the only one who knows the right thing to say is my pen.

© 2009 sheerpoetry


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This is wonderful and wonderful
enjoyable read

Posted 14 Years Ago


very cute and metaphorical./ it is true. when i'm down my pen starts writing, and makes sense to all the complexities in my life. It bridles my passions, and diverts my energy into a positive way, instead of like lazers shooting at everyone. ha ha. good job!!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on July 7, 2009
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