My first love

The beauty in writing
sends me a calming tone
hiding my emotions
I write them down in stone
pouring out my heart
and locking them away
Its pleasing to know
its where they will forever stay

My emotions are strong
too strong to hold within
I begin to feel agony
without my notebook and pen
like a pack of beasts
tearing at my mind
it rips at my thoughts
and pierces from behind.

Compelled to write
I'm drawn to my pen
drawing dreams and fantasies
that fills a mischievous grin
Thirsting for the words
yearning for the sensation
it flows through my veins
like a tranquil vaccination.

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