My pen is always showcasing my feelings,
A tool to express what my heart conceals.
It writes of love, joy, and pain,
A reflection of what I've felt and gained.
With every stroke, a story unfolds,
Of happiness, sorrow, and all that's untold.
It weaves a tapestry of my life,
A masterpiece without any strife.
My pen is a friend that never leaves,
A constant companion in all my griefs.
It gives me strength and comfort too,
A means to heal my heart anew.
So I hold it tightly in my hand,
A symbol of all I've ever planned.
With ink and paper, I create,
My feelings, my hopes, and my fate.
For my pen is not just an object,
But a reflection of my soul, I'd suspect.
It's a part of who I am today,
A testament to what I want to say.
About the Creator
Nova
As an article writer and poet, I am excited to share my knowledge and creativity with the world. I bring accuracy and attention to detail to my writing, thoroughly researching topics for my articles and pouring my emotions into my poems.
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