from the doodle pad: ode to my addiction to ballpens

to the nice pens in national bookstore:

i see you there again

i always seem to know where to find you.

its somewhere i should be avoiding

cause its hard to stop when you've got me started.

your presence is hard to turn away from

makes me want to touch you...

to know if it feels just right...

to drag you across the sheet... (i really don't like this line but can't seem to find another to replace it)

several have come before you...

...and have gone...

either broken, forgotten, or stolen...

dried up or simply just lost.

would i be able to own you?

let alone, touch you?

06.22.2010