I was a Pen
As he turned upside down
Playing, not knowing what he was
Doing.
He used the ink,
As he wrote his feelings down,
With a Frown
On his Face
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
