My Pen Runs Wild
My pen runs wild, my emotions spill out.
My thoughts run astray and my mind brings about
the thought of you in every syllable I speak or write-
my feelings thus forthright with your scent or sight,
as I silently stargaze into your eyes, so bright.
In spite of the simple fact that we're nothing alike.
Yet opposites attract, so as they say;
but do they speak from the heart? Or is it all cliché?
I pray and pray their words are true-
but as I pray, I think of you.
And another piece of paper ends its days.
as my pen runs wild, and my emotions spill out.
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