I'm a pen with no paper,
I have so much to say.
All my ink stored inside,
It'll get out someday.

I'm just waiting to find,
The right piece of paper.
To pour out my ink,
In a beautiful taper.

Will you be my paper,
Will you hold my ink?
If you say yes,
I'm telling all that I think.

I'll spill out my soul,
I'll give you my heart.
So please be my paper,
Please be my missing part.