My Pen

Written by: Russell Sivey

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