The Pen

As the ink flows on the delicate white paper so too my emotions like a never ending river let the pen speak let it tell you my open secrets Let it tell you my deepest thoughts Let the pen speak... Can't you hear its voice? As I format my thoughts in my head, the pen writes its own truths It reveals what is beneath the surface It reveals what is in the heart The pen with its sensational attire is desirous of your view.