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Pen and Paper

The notepad yells my name.

Enticing the words out my hands

That I can never seem to say.

 

I click the pen.

The nib waltzes between the lines.

 

The bubbles of emotion

Laying beneath the surface of my skin

Burst and form letters on the page.

 

I dread the days 

My pen feels dull and dreary

But soon enough

It is ignited once more

By the flame roaring

Within me.

 

A pen and paper 

Seems to understand me

Better than a human

Ever has.