Me and My Friend Mr. Pen
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Me and my friend Mr. Pen
Where do I begin
From the aroma your black ink gives off
With every flick of my wrist
To the kiss stains you leave on fresh paper
I knew we’d be friends until the end
It might have been the way you turned my dreams into reality
As I saw you draw out the ideas in my brain on plain sheets
But I think it was your accuracy of capturing my inner thoughts
That made you my friend
Then those dreams and ideas and realities sprawled across napkins
Became cohesive thoughts formatted in stanzas
But you never failed to capture the value of my words
I never planned on being a poet
That was a talent I didn’t know of yet
But since I met my friend Mr. Pen
That’s when I knew my writing excursion would begin