Afraid of my Pen
I'm afraid of my pen,
It opens me up for everyone to see.
My pen just flows with the thoughts that I think.
Sometimes good sometimes bad,
Then I write happy, then I write sad.
The weather can change things, so can things I hear or see,
Sometimes a flashing light, then perhaps a bent gnarly tree.
I write about things I have done,
I write about people I write about fun.
But every word comes from me,
They are all about someone and I don't like to offend,
But I can't change the words once they have been penned.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2024
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