Paper:- A Great Friend

The much I write,

The more my eyes get bright,

The happiness I feel,

Makes every pain heal,

The smile on my face,

Gives me a different grace,

I wrote when I felt alone,

And all the sadness is gone,

That's how paper became a great friend,

Now I don't have to bother about any trends,

My closeness to paper is as such,

That I share everything but it never judges,

No matter how heavy my heart got,

Its lightness which it always bought,

When I have no one who'll hear,

My great friend's paper was always there.