I miss you and your prose
Your words that easily flowed
My soul losing control
My sentence is no more
Miss your punctuation
Oh sweet exclamation!
Where did you go?
I miss you so!
Why is it that some people know how to get to your heart so well? Perhaps known from past lives? Were they soul mates that slipped away? Luck? Do you know?
With Love Guady G. I send you hugs from Brooklyn.
Dear beloved Pen
I am a paper yellowed and forgotten, for on me you have chosen to write nothin.
How I miss your point gliding upon me so! Now you keep away. Oh so much woe!
Remember when we met. Yes! Yes!
You were leaky, abandoned and forgotten. I liked you and invited you to write on me somethin.
I didn’t care about your barrel size or your clicker being old. I still let you write on me the stories you never had told.
Why did you stop letting your ink just flow? Come back! I miss you so!
Have a beautiful day! May your pens not get leaky. May the holder not be sneaky. We are beautiful paper to be handled with love and care. May fools not come on us and cause tears.