Pen point
To blank paper
making
Curves and lines
Forming letters
into words
Making sentences
Linking thoughts
Thoughts that are my own
Coming from my heart and soul
Uttering true feelings
Experiences and dreams
Others wouldn’t believe
But these words
Are not unfamiliar to you
these words are true
as true as imperfection dwells in me and you
the only difference
these words are mine
and mine alone
coming from my heart and soul
bleeding out from this pen point
to linger on this blank page
forever remembered
forever to remain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a very good writer! thank you...10..