i miss the days
when me and my pen were one
when we would hook up
just to have fun
changing my world
one stroke at a time
now it seems like
we are distant cousins
we see each other
on special occasions
and when left alone
there is that awkward silence
i miss the days
when me and my pen were one
we went through every
hand shaking-palm sweating
throat drying situation together
changing my world
one stroke at a time
love peace and happyness
Les-T
This is My journey of self discovery as a writer,poet,artist,husband,father,lover and human being
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