Posts tagged pen

This pen, it’s new.
It creates beautiful things. 
It doesn’t know you yet
but it knows your name. 
And it’s not the best writer
but it’s learned to bleed on paper.
It holds it’s breath on every word
leaving pieces behind for everyone to find. 
I know it’s selfish but
it’s like the seeing eye dog for my heart and thoughts;
But in exchange I’ll give it purpose
I’ll teach it how to love
and teach it how to steal.
Teach it how to hope
and teach it how to believe


… I will teach it how to write
and with any luck it will teach me
how to leave something behind.