Pen and paper.
Slowly but steadily I feel a disease
Fester in my soul -
“Fear not dear me”,I was told;
It won't take hold:
I found myself being consoled.
Slowly yet steadily, I picked up my pen-
It has been a few months,maybe even ten;
My fingers tickle with the pen’s touch
I like it’s hold, a delicate clutch.
Slowly and...
Fester in my soul -
“Fear not dear me”,I was told;
It won't take hold:
I found myself being consoled.
Slowly yet steadily, I picked up my pen-
It has been a few months,maybe even ten;
My fingers tickle with the pen’s touch
I like it’s hold, a delicate clutch.
Slowly and...