And this paper and pen.
Is my new best friend.
The others left.
With all my secrets.
And this paper and pen.
Holds all my insecurities.
All my doubts.
All my fears.
This paper and pen.
Know's why I'm sad.
Understands me too.
But above all, listen's.
And this paper and pen.
Is my new best friend.
One that doesn't.
Tell the rest how I feel.
The old ones left.
And I can't trust again.
But I know one.
Called my,
paper and pen. /x/
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Poetry+From Happiness to Depression, it's all featured here. +Short Poems Created By Feelings
