*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.
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