27 Pen and Paper
bataylo
She sat at her desk pen and paper
Tears in her eyes
She was feeling everything and anything
No way to express it but through writing
Pen and paper in hand
She let the words flow
Her poems were a secret
But they kept her sane
“Honey are you okay?”
I will be she answered.
Staring at the poem she just written
She knew this was her calling
A new empty paper stared at her
Pen and paper in hand
She let the words flow
She let her sadness mix with her happiness
With room to make mistakes
She took pen to paper.