Orange pen

Orange pen

curving, looping, tracing my thoughts onto a page

fulfilling my orders

moved by my hand.

 

Orange pen

flying, soaring, leaping

dancing across the page

my words, my style, my choice.

 

Orange pen

looking so professional and complete

adding depth to the blank white paper

creating a beautiful thing.

 

Orange pen

telling my thoughts

my hopes and dreams and potentials

my losses and nightmares and what-ifs

spilling words onto paper

telling my story.

 

Orange pen

a final, last period

capped,

set aside,

notebook

closed.

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    It's a band piece

    weird, I know

    it's from last year

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    it reminds me of a lot.

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    Me

    How

    do others see me?

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