Journal Perspective

You pick me up every now and then.

You fill me with your words.

Your actions nouns and verbs.

I’m here when you pick up the pen.

You kiss me with your thoughts.

Your intelligence is soft.

We reminisce on the days when,

you scribe down all the curves.

I’m alone when you’re lost for words,

and now your heart feels worst.

You close off now and then.

And I’m here when you need a friend.

A friend, so just pick up the pen.