Best Friend

It is not just a pen.

It is not just a paper.

It is not just random words.

 

During my darkest hours

When I had no one to hold

A pen and paper is all I had

To protect me from the cold.

 

But it is more than just a pen and paper,

It is one who knows my every soul,

Thoughts and feelings.

The one who notices my internal beauty,

The one who wants to keep me well rested

When my mind is exploding and weary.

 

No, it is not just a piece of paper.

It is my best friend.

The one that I know will always have an ear to lend.  

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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