Pieces of Me
My pen and paper
Two thing I can't live without
My sole comforters
When I am in doubt
Through tornados and storms
And tears and moans
I know I'll be alright
With a pen and paper in hand
Lost in my world
Alone with my thoughts
I feel whole
Not lonely
No longer afraid of the dark
Because I have discovered
Pen and paper are my life
Without you I am lost
Scared and heartbroken
A twig in the desert
To be blown away: Inconsequential
My forever friends
My comfort in winter
My solace in death
My pen and paper
The heart of my soul
The glue of my heart
This poem is about:
Me