My only friend
is my pen.
The only one who
listens to my thoughts
is my muse.
She wipes my tears
with ink-stained paper.
But at least,
I have someone
to confide in.
She never judges;
she accepts me
the way I am.
She is always there
when I need some place
to turn to.
She is my security
from the storms of life,
my safe harbor
after heartbreak.
I would be lost
without her
and her support.
No human being
could compare to her.
She’s a constant comfort,
a ever-present companion,
my only friend.