If My Pen Had More Ink
If my pen had more ink
I wouldn’t think of you as much
I would write all my thoughts for my tears to touch
If my pen had more ink
I could write about your smiles
And watch the paper run on for miles
If my pen had more ink
I would write about your voice
Forcing me to listen, leaving me no choice
If my pen had more ink
I would send letters to heaven
Asking why he chose the age of seven
If my pen had more ink
I would ask who and why
Who likes to see a lonely father cry
If my pen had more ink
I could write away my sorrows
Then maybe, just maybe, I would want to see tomorrow.
Copyright © Matt Anderson | Year Posted 2012
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