My Pencil, My Paper and I

My Paper, My Pencil, and I

Here you sit, reading my poems.

Are you doing it alone?

Are reading thinking oh man i'm so lonely?

Cause I'm writing this thinking, oh man I'm so lonely.

But does anyoneknow why you'd be lonely?

I wish I knew cause honestly I have no clue.

Oh but who bothers completely with loneliness and who bothers with anything

I try to stay here with my pencil, and my paper.

That way I can write

I can write each emotion, each question and my loneliness away.

I can be free.

You reading it, is this helping your loneliness, your questions, and your emotions?

Do you feel better?

Are you happy?

You are making me happy.

By reading what my pencil, my paper and I can do.

By reading my emotions, my loneliness, and my questions.

Your making me happy.

It is a lot right, the emotions, the loneliness, the questions.

You can come up with a ton, right?
You come up with happiness.

You come up with love, with friendships.

You dont need an adopt of friend website.

You need my pencil, my paper, and me, just to right a poem.
Cause I'd love to be your friend.

With my pencil, my paper, and I!