Holding onto that Pen and Paper,
The words so true that all brought us all here,
Feelings and Emotions all tied together,
Anger, Pain, Abuse and Bruises tied with tears..

The hope that our Pen and Paper is there,
Words of thought on our Brains,
In the shower as the water rains,
We mingle the words together as they come so clear...

And then we get the Pen and Paper and they are no longer there,
A midst of hot, steamy, wet air as we wipe the mirror,
The reflection of a ghostly complection silently shows each and every fear,
The Pen and Paper is our only Friend for those of us who don't drink Beer..

I say this with respect because I don't drink,
Alcohol is an enemy and it does not help you think,
Drugs are not a cure for happiness and hugs,
And yeah I'm a hyprocrit as we all are,
And my negativity needs to be swept under a rug..

I agree completely there is something wrong with me,
I can't yell and i can't bitch so I will let my Pen and Paper Itch,
This world is driving me Crazy and I'm to tired to sleep,
2 am and at 6 is when i need to awake, my cold car leave's me in a rage..

Pen and Paper are my Bestest Friend,
Never done Me wrong and will be there in the end,
Notebooks upon notebooks that fall apart time and time again,
Just like My Bible needing duct tape to patch it back together again..

Pen and Paper, My Friends..
My True Love, My only Love who does not use or abuse,
Other then my hands for which I write to choose,
If you don't agree, then the HELL WITH YOU!