It knows everything about me
from how I write my letters
to what my words mean
it reminds me to be true
‘cause ink doesn't lie
Ink can’t be erased
doesn't fade over time

My pen
is an extension of my hand
like a cell phone
but much less bland

I wouldn't trade it
not for the world
not for green paper
not for keyboards
though sometimes I cheat on it with
Microsoft Word
it knows I will always return

My pen
my window to my soul
see without it
I’m lost
stare at blank paper
get locked in the madness
that doesn't have sound
without it words foreign
to my mouth, my tongue
Can’t be Found.