My Pen
Sometimes I close my eyes when I write
and my pen records my thoughts at the speed of light;
When I open them again day has turned to night,
while my pen jots down what I may or may not recite;
I've seen friends come and go, even others that did not know,
that my pen is locked in my hand willing and ready to flow;
Carrying me to places deep within my mind,
While escorting me through trials I wish to leave behind.
Creating a world of wonder; my pen is able to work through
any blunders, feeling safe, secure; an umbrella to stand under;
My pen is my best friend in case you havent noticed when we began;
Although I wrote and signed this, the real author is MY PEN!
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