My Pen

I sit, on a desert island.

There he is.

He who does not judge.

He who lets me live and let live

My life, my soul, my everything

He sits with me, glistening in the sun

Reminding me that everything will be okay

With him I have lived a thousand lives

I have died a thousand deaths

We have rescued damsels

Foiled evil plans

Fallen in love

We have seen the world together

Without having left my room

There are times where I am left in despair

But, he wil not abandon me

I have cried while holding him

An he has offerend me comfort

When I am mad

He is there

When I am sad

He is there

When I am happy, in love, crazy, confused...

He is there to see me through

So, I sit on this desert island

Pen in hand, eyes at rest

My pen, my love, my savior

I know that I'm okay

This poem is about: 
Me

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