My pen is running
Out of precious ink
It was my favorite pen
I wrote a lot of
Memories with it
Some good, some bad
And now it's slowly
Fading away, away
Until I can hardly
See what I'm writing
Kind of like you
You were my favorite person
We made a lot of
Memories together
Some good, some bad
And now they're slowly
Fading away, away
Until I can hardly
Picture you in my mind
But unlike my pen
I can never buy
A new you.
*not exactly my best poem, i know. but my pen really was running out of ink and this is what I thought of
