My Pen Calls to Me
A poem
Feeling my pen pinched between my thumb and middle finger.
As my pen touches paper,
I begin to feel the magic happen.
Almost as if my pen knew my thoughts.
Putting them on the paper,
Where I can see them before my eyes.
A poem
Feeling my pen pinched between my thumb and middle finger.
As my pen touches paper,
I begin to feel the magic happen.
Almost as if my pen knew my thoughts.
Putting them on the paper,
Where I can see them before my eyes.
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I’m a college student who loves writing poems and short stories as well as being a dragon&kitty&rat mom while making the most of life 😊
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I’m a college student who loves writing poems and short stories as well as being a dragon&kitty&rat mom while making the most of life 😊