The tranquility of

Having that paper and pen in my hand 

There’s just something that draws me in 

Writing stories, like vivid descriptions that have me thinking I’m existing in a divergent world, as a total different girl 

Writing songs, like the one expressing the feelings of insufficiency I felt when he said that he didn’t want me anymore 

Writing poems, like this one that accurately describes the ecstasy that fills me when I write

I may lack the words to say when it’s time to converse 

But give me a paper and a pen and I’d know just the right words to write