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When I hold my pen

Words rain down in the open

Penning down my feelings

Leaving my heart empty and head reeling

When I am purple with rage

The angry words enclose the paper cage

When sad or gloomy

They reflect melancholy

As excitement takes over

Words on that paper, flutter

Or when I am giddy with happiness

They fill the paper with exuberance

Today the paper is empty

Nothing could better describe how I feel