my Black Pen is like my Princess
the way they run about
and when i need them both the most
is when they both run out
I love this. The form is fun and informal but the subject is actually quite sad. It disarmed me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is amazing how your poem takes you from pens to girls and it all actaully makes sense. grr i hate it when my pens run out. :) you're not alone with that at least.