My Pen

The ink spills, Slowly flowing, Rich, purple liquid tells it all. My thoughts, Printed in crippled characters Left for you to decipher. Indentions, commas, Breaks, pauses, My pen writes them all. It’s my gateway. Mind to pen, Pen to paper. Inner thoughts exposed.. My pen is my only friend, The one in which I confide, My voice in the silence, Mine, Yours Our bridge from the inside Mind to pen, Pen to paper, Our thoughts to the world, Without speaking a word.