I want to write a poem
But my pen is slippery
Because my hand is shaking
Shaking with peevishness and rage
For a moment I need to feel
Your presence but you keep on pushing me away dear pen and paper.

See I don't know why
You keep on pushing me away
Yet I want you to look at the poetry
On my worry face.
Each line
Is a slice of sentence
Woven and a long story
Dear pen and paper.

I I want to tell you
Tell you alot
I want to tell you about my mornings, evenings ,nights
My dreams,realities, fantasies
And my everything
Dear pen and paper.

You made me get used to
Sharing my feelings with you
But now your pushing me away
Why dear pen and paper.
@writa