*My Pen*

My pen knows that I care
My pen knows that without it’s ink I wouldn’t be here
If my pen leaves, my life would be pointless
I treat my pen with care just because I know this
Without my pen I would lose my focus
Then all my words and feelings would look hopeless
I love my pen like a drunk loves gin
My pen helps me bring out all my thoughts from within
Rather my thoughts are good or bad
Happy or sad about my mom or dad
My pen lets it out
I don’t have to scream or shout
Just write, write and write
All day and all night
It makes my dreams come to life
Makes them clear cut like a knife
People say,” hey a pen is just a pen who cares what it thinks”
But I say me and my pen go together like chains with links
Sometimes my pen feels used and abused
Stepped on and dirtied up like old shoes
But my pen knows that I care
Without my pen and its ink I truly would not be here