As i strech across the paper,
deciding what to write...
The way I move and erase,
I feel its such a site...
Skimming back over my thoughts,
I fix and I change,
and what is my reward?
Another takes my place...
When my led goes down, I wish I could have more,
So I could stay here,
I'd keep your hand very warm!!
I'm a special tool!
I write everyday,