This is a pen
that heals this
broken soul of mine.
The pen that
whispers, β€œI am here for you”,
when I feel all lonely.

This is a pen
that sparkles
on the dull, dark
days I face,
my path.

Your ink is
my soul’s mouthpiece.
When I hold you,
you immediately
spit out rhymes.
You speak exactly
what’s in my heart.

This is a pen
that really surprises me.
The pen that
knows everything.
I remain surprised
by the power
of its comfort.

How could it be
inhuman, but comfort me
more than any human?