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My Black Pen

It's got me through rough times.

By LoafPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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My black pen

It's got me through rough times.

Like when I tried to write this song

Couldn't think of any rhymes

On my skin flowed the dark ink

As I sat and started to think

Why are the lyrics still not flowing

It's because the black pen isn't showing

This utensil only works on skin

To put it on paper is a downright sin

For it will not show between each line

But only on your palm time after time

They said it's just a one time thing

Well think again my pens the king

As it glides across my flesh

And I wash it off like pressing refresh

I can make room for the next day

So the pen can scribble away astray day after day

Around it swings I frowned it stings.

Oh but I cannot be mad for it's just ink it's not that bad

Oh the strange things that this pen writes

Songs titles, lyrics, it's all a delight

Despite the bright light that I fight

I stick with black for its relation to the night

For night is when it's all removed

The jokes the references all to be moved

And to my dismay when I wash it all away

while scrubbing at all the perfects arrays

Never once does it cross my mind

All the memories I'm leaving behind

The soapy water runs down the drain

Less and less ink in the cartridge remains

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