paper meets ink and dey take walks,
Grabbin hands dey take off,
thinkin of dere future dere arms cross,
they been thru ups and downs but still remain together,
In acupple dates..A date becomes a letter,
We should move on said da pen i think it would b betta,
im catchin moodswings and u changin like da weather,
so im gone but leavin tracks as i march,
Givin it my all like i did to u from da start,
da pen begins to cough,bleedin ink from its esaphogus,
keeps his journey till da end... like he promises,
On his way letters bcame words as he met paper and did da obvious,
Sentences occured and doesnt kno who the author is,
almost dere His sickness worsens as
The end he tries to find,
But hes fightin wat he cant stop as da time,
Keeps tickin da sun begins to rise,
It becomes dellusional and its words become to ryhme,
Reaches its destination da pen begins to cry,
lyes down and saids "its a wRAP"...and dies...
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