Inside My Pen
Inside my pen,
Thoughts are just beginning,
Swirling within the ink,
Waiting for the tip to touch down upon a writeable surface,
Waiting for my thoughts to flow through it,
Inside my pen,
Stories untold lie within its walls,
Poems remain unsaid,
Genuine words I've kept to myself for so long,
Are about to pour over,
I'm not stopping the ink from flowing through my fingers onto the blank page,
My words mean a lot,
No matter what anyone says,
They'll be printed one day,
The words that once flowed through a pen,
Inside my pen,
I write from my heart.
Thoughts are just beginning,
Swirling within the ink,
Waiting for the tip to touch down upon a writeable surface,
Waiting for my thoughts to flow through it,
Inside my pen,
Stories untold lie within its walls,
Poems remain unsaid,
Genuine words I've kept to myself for so long,
Are about to pour over,
I'm not stopping the ink from flowing through my fingers onto the blank page,
My words mean a lot,
No matter what anyone says,
They'll be printed one day,
The words that once flowed through a pen,
Inside my pen,
I write from my heart.
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