With A Pen In My Hand

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With a pen in my hand

I try to make you understand

All the feelings inside

With you I confide

My perilous sins of the flesh

How my life is always a mess

The words on the page seem to tell their own story

They can be sweet, desperate, or even gory

I need it to save my soul

Writing the words seems to make me whole

In a startling way

It helps me live another day

To keep the barrel from my head

To not wish I was dead

With a pen in my hand

I can take you to a far off land

Where there are dragons and fairies

And sinful romance in the prairies

I love to write

It always seems just right

With a pen in my hand

Even alone I can stand

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A/N: Okay, this is just a redo of an old poem, but I like it this way better. So, enjoy!

Luv ya,

Tashi :)