I let my pen do the talking, when i felt like being quite, And not paying attention to everyone. I let my pen comfort me when they said am not good enough. My pen was there for me in those lonely nights. My pen was the only thing i was proudly to call mine. Me and my pen we was the best of friends, though mostly we always fight like Tom and jerry. But stilll we couldn’t ignore each other or move separate ways.
My pen cried with me when i was sad. My pen bled with me when i was hurt. My pen was there for me when i fell apart. My pen smiled with me when i was in love. With my pen beside me I’ll say I’m fine. Till it run out of ink, and i didn’t buy another one because i felt like I am betraying it by replacing it with a new one.