My Pen, My Life, Why I Write
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".. This life is all i have .. My rhymes, my pen, my pad .."
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.. We met in a Stationary store, her body adhored in leather ..
.. that caught my eye; & we ended up leaving the store together ..
.. I longed to hold her firm in her hands, then it hit me ..
.. How each of her features were shaped so intricatly ..
.. A sleek, slim-line figure; and a body to die for ..
.. With a look of Elequence, that inspires me to write more ..
.. So when life's in turmoil; and my stomach sinks ..
.. I try to convey these emotions, w. an array of coloured ink ..
.. I stay up with her late nights; and everythings fun ..
.. We undulge in some body language; & i let the ink run ..
.. between the Sheets. The two of us capture the flow ..
.. And we start work on a romantic tale of our own ..
.. Holding on to her tightly .. I release this deep suffering ..
.. Channeling my thoughts, as she whispers sweet nothings ..
.. Her very presence seems to bring out the best when i write ..
.. Just the soft touch of my gentle hands; caressing her sides ..
.. Motivate's me into feeling i can overcome these obstacles ..
.. Yet, without her in my life - then NONE of this would be possible ..
.. She never left my side, not in any of our outings ..
.. We'd sat and watched the sun set; then wrote a verse about it ..
.. So you can imagine my temperment and sheer intensity ..
.. When one day i awoke, to find she wasnt lying next to me ..
.. She was nowhere to be found, i searched far and wide ..
.. My tear ducts flooded; felt as if a part of me'd died ..
.. This might sound pathetic, but i hope i see her again ..
.. We made the cutest couple ..
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.. Just me and my pen ..
Peace.
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