*concerning pen and paper*
Oh paper…
You’re a wide open field
Draped in finest white silk
Pure and untouched
Like a virgin bride
I find I must caress you
Tattoo you
My ink become yours
Scripted promises
Graphed prose
Paper, be mine.
Oh pen!
You’re a wicked sharp tongue
Fashioned to delude and lie
Forcing my affections
Stake to my chest
You cut deep
Etching and scratching
Till I’m stained and bruised
You’re poison I’ve ingested
And can’t expel
Pen, go dry.
Among other things, J 
I really enjoyed reading this. You are so talented to be able to give such deep emotional feeling objects.
Aww, I dub you my biggest fan :) love you girl!
Ps. We need to poetry slam again soon!
Yes that was so therapuetic and awesome!!!!! and Ill always be your biggest fan!
That’s a beauty. The flow and the thoughts. Superb job here :)
Thanks!! Happy to meet you and glad you liked it :)