It Started In My Head

    It started in my head It grew in my heart My pen let it out That painting, that writing That perfect piece of art. It’s voice did cry ‘Bring me out to the world Not living just in your head’ I heard those words from That perfect piece...

My Pen

My pen writes what I say My pen never questions The words I put down. Anyone can use My pen It doesn’t care but writes What the fingers share. My pen Follows along Putting down the thoughts Without it the words would Be long, long gone. My pen Is always there...