My Pen
Words are lying on the tip of my pen
Just waiting to be let out, and set free
I hold my pen close, for it is open
Letting in my feelings in, so you see
Massive power of words that are released
Just waiting to be let out, and set free
There is no way my pen could seem deceased
The words gather inside setting me free
Massive power of words that are released
I begin to write, the words flow freely
Now they form sentences, purely written
The words gather inside setting me free
Finally reached the point I’ve been smitten
Open heart, with mighty words, enjoy life
Now they form sentences, purely written
Another day writing of daily strife
Words are lying on the tip of my pen
Open heart, with mighty words, enjoy life
I hold my pen close, for it is open
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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