Every time I take hold of you,

I feel something new.

In this piece of paper that eagerly waits,

An ample of words I can write through you.

In my every works of art,

You’re my confidant.

In my every draw

You gladly follow,

In my every stroke,

You willingly make your move.

What am I without you?

My pen, my best friend,

When my emotions overflow,

You’re there to help me show.

In my every thought,

You’re always there to decode them too.

My dear pen, Thanks to you!


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Anna Mae Angana

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pen-my-bestfriend/