A pen and a paper in my hand
Are wonderfully magic creating wands
A lot of emotions flow in mind
A way to bloom beautifully they find
To decorate the paper by words
Even if they also were heartbreaking swords
Writing the memories of my hurts
Which made my tears devastatingly burst
The moments I was left alone
And all I did was silently moan
Somethings I wish I had already told
But still I keep them tightly locked in my soul
As I could change all my dark cries
By words like beautiful butterflies
And so I believe it,
A pen and a paper in my hand
Are wonderfully magic creating wands
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