Literature
My Pen
My pen is my friend, my life, my words
It is the pain and anger, the love and joy
The heartbreak in every love song, and the heart in every breakup
It is the silence of day, and the music of night
The white of ash, and the black of snow
It is the beauty of tears, and the fear behind every person's eyes
The promise of yesterday, and the wonder of tomorrow
A knot to bind together the strings that so delicately hold us here
High off the ground, and low in the sky
My pen is the colours of the wind, and the smell of rotting Autumn leaves
Purple, orange, red green and blue,
My pen is all
It is me and you.