Pen And Paper
/A poem based on the prompt "pen and paper" which I saw online.
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Every time I picked up the pen and paper
I noted down how your lips curled nicely
A smile that took away my breath again
I wrote details of that smile obsessively
My pen knew how to move on its own
To write about the person that I loved
The paper lingered to learn about you
Curious to know why you were special
They knew you more than I possibly did
I wrote about you as if you were a routine
Days when I couldn’t be right beside you
I told the paper how I missed your smile
I wonder if it would tell you my secrets
if the paper could talk to you someday
Would you then know how I loved you?
Or would you ignore it as you did to me?
My best friends are the pen and the paper
I talked to them more than I talked to you
They understood me better than you did
Yet I still loved them less than I loved you
By Shalaka Sawant
From: India
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