Of Pens and Papers

And sometimes,

You pick up the pen

And sit down to write

But no words flow

On those dreamless nights

Then you must know, Darling,

That you should write

The scars that hurt you,

About the demons you fight.

Write what hurts the most

Killing your insides

Because that’s all that people savor,

Your vulnerabilities,

On those dreamless, gloomy nights

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