My Pad

When my pen meets my pad I never know Where the ink gone take me Use to write alot about struggle and pain because that was my safety One dimensional once was my thoughts Until I learn to use writing to get away Love poetry but want the versatility to write About anything To be honest I can only write so much about the struggle and pain Wanna write about the sun and the and refrain From writing about the same things Trying to hear the silence you hear when you Jump from a plane For five to six seconds can't hear thing because There's not anything to hear Simple put when my pen meets my pad I just Want the ink to take me to a place of cheer