The Pen and the Paper

Once there was a pen that loved a paper...

She was tall and so very white.
While he was dark blue, soft and bright.

And he loved her.. his paper...

Everytime he touched her,
He felt that joy all over.
Everytime he touched her,
She wished his writing would never be over.

But.. nothing's ever so perfect...

He'll soon dry.
And she'll be full.

He won't touch her again.
As cruel as that could be.. it's true.
He won't even see her again.
My paper! I could never leave you.

If he didn't write,
He wouldn't see her.. right.
But he'll know she's near.
And if they got used and are thrown away,
They would never get together.. no way.
But who would hear.

Who would hear...
Their soft plead,
From deep sorrow,
Their keen need,
Not trusting tomorrow.

Someone did.
And put them away,
Where they would stay,
Well far hid.

And live happy ever after.
Joy and laughter...