Running Out Of Ink

A poem I wrote a couple of months ago!


1. Running Out Of Ink

Love is like a pen,

Finding one randomly on the street,

Not knowing its value,

But keeping it safe.


You use it to help you,

Every single minute of the day,

To help you express your thoughts and ideas,

To help you get that A.


But when your pen runs out of ink,

And it's just a piece of junk,

It's no longer standing there for you,

It's no longer the man you want.

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