Pens come in different colours, shapes and sizes,
They are unique in their own way.
Some never take a break and they write, write, write.
Some are neglected by their owners so they fight, fight, fight.

Too much pressure on a pen makes it stop one day,
Everyone knows that but they never have a spare
A spare to replace the one that passed away.

The ink in a pen flows into the paper:
It ends up making a story.
Each pen has its own story
But are stories ever perfect?