My Pen

You glide through my fingers lean and black with a hard tip
I've been holdin on, now I got to let go
I love it and you love it when I use you
I mean even when I leave you be for what seems like an eternity
I come back and then you set me free
It's like medicine, damn that a drug
I've been struck now I can't get enough
I want to feel it everyday
Sometimes I need it like a milk to a babe
You feed me, my soul
It feels good and I like the end result
I wish you could feel my pulse at the end
But this isn't a sin
Just an expression of how I'm feelin
Oh how I love you, my pen


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