I find my head just blank
But my hand is so busy
With a pen, scrawling on paper
The writings faster than ever
I have no idea what it is
Am glad it now has a flow
Now that it is slow.
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I grew up with words
All brew up inside me
Always reluctant letting them out
Picking a pen proved hard
I felt bad I could not
The start I knew not
How bad the outcome, I thought.
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With time my hands became itchy
To hold a pen is all it wanted
My brain was all ready
To think of words as much
A touch of pen on paper
Made a blossom of ideas
To write the world all it wanted.
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I think my future depends on it
The paper and ink on it
It has realized the other me
The inside me never known
Ever since my life thrived
Now I know a pen is life
The light of my life forever bright.
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leslie_collins.
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“Now I know a pen is life”! Dope brother. Keep it up.
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Thanks brother
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The power of words… awesome fam
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Thanks brother.
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