Pen and paper, my dear companions,A duet that sings, of my deepest emotions,From the void they draw, my inspiration true,With each stroke of ink, a world anew.
In the silence of my mind, they speak,A language that's raw, and yet so unique,They take me to places, far and wide,A canvas for my thoughts, where they can reside.
Pen and paper, a union so pure,A dance of creation, that will endure,For as long as I write, they will be my guide,In a world of chaos, they are my reliable tide.
They capture my moments, both big and small,The joys and sorrows, that I recall,And as I lay my words, upon their page,A piece of me lives, in every phrase.Pen and paper, my eternal pair,A bond that's unbreakable, beyond compare,For they hold within them, a piece of my soul,A story untold, yet waiting to unfold.
