Paper People

Who I am Who we are Is written By who we are with.

I am paper,

You are the pen.

Every time I see one of my friends

Every time the pen touches the paper

A drop falls

One blue black red drop of ink

Lands on the page

On me

I change,

Words on the page grow

Essay #4 becomes grows.

Another drop, and I see a change

I am not same

A part of you,

A drop from your pen

Has influenced me

Made me who I am

Author's Note

All thoughts and questions are welcome...