My Pen
I miss my pen that writes
My feelings,my thoughts,my sight
I miss the sheet that knows
All mood and all it owes
I know my heart to strife
For a long and blissful life
I had to go away
As time has led my way
Success is all i crave
For even to my grave
Will i make my words celebrated
Copyright © Wright Bankole | Year Posted 2012
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