Purple Pen
I’ve a rocket in my purple pen
Muse powered with flower grins
It brings forth life in exciting ways
Calms my nights brightens days
I don’t have to watch television
As write excites with white precision
Tickling mind with cherry creations
Exercise in time worthy fabrications
Where would we be minus creativity
Dark and artless desperately bleak
I prefer the peach puzzle of words
That sail your soul like flight of birds
My purple pen has me drunk like gin
And hangover is another level win
Ponder flavors of gold of soul my sins
Writing of Savior who knows my end
Yet lifts me up to heavens height
With spirit so free towards light
Free from pain and dark misery
Purple pen paints a heart so free
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