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.