** Just a simple poem that was written on white lined paper....
My emotions are lonely.
No one to give an ear, but this white lined paper.
This pen knows my thoughts.
It feels what I feel.
It thinks what I think.
It guides my hand.
This paper is the pen's friend, a judge less ear.
This paper will listen.
Listen to the pen's every word.
It will not laugh.
It will not turn away.
It will not get mad.
It will not abandon the pen.
It will listen.
That is all the pen wants.
Someone to listen to it, accept it, and be there for it.
Through thick and thin, the paper is there
To lend a judge less ear.
