this poem tells of a loyalty a writer has for it's writing tools.
|Can't remember the last time I picked up to call
or remember how your voice even sounds at all. Needless to say, I'm wrong, but It won't carry much weight. I've been gone for too long and you didn't deserve that wait. When life got unbearable, it was to you I called Gave me the release I needed so that I may stand tall Showed me a way out when I couldn't see one at all And guide me along this journey so again I won't fall There it goes again; my mind's drifting.
Life's priorities seem to supersede my loyalty. And I swore up and down me and you was forever; down for whatever, whenever. We was unstoppable together. Since the age of thirteen you've kept my darkest secrets helped me paint some vivid pictures and quote some deep scriptures.
Helped me write my first song, even took you to the booth critiqued me if i was wrong an applauded my truth but those were tough times and I had to swallow my pride. I'm more humble now laying childish ways aside. You were my joy in a place of utter desperation. When no one else understood me you were my voice of reason yet I'm not there anymore; you gotta understand me that although you haven't been utilized you've been thought of lately I do miss holding you, crying on your shoulder, laughing with you, sharing with you but I've gotten bolder I appreciate you in my life and please know this isn't goodbye I have no desires of your coping mechanism just to get by I'm in a much better place and though time can't be erased, time is what I do have not to make the same mistake. So Pad and Pen, my dearest of friends, Hope you can find it in your lines and in your lead to forgive your friend. I'll try my best to use you not just when I need you
but because I want to express how much passion my words seem to bleed through you.