My Pen
my pen
Say she’s leaving
Taking the Amtrak train
And if I don’t stop her
She’s not coming back again
Says that my writing
Cause the relationship to end
She say she love me
But I have to stop my pen
So she start packing
Don’t want to be late
I watch from the window
As she walk out the gate
All I have is my poems
It comes to my head
And if I can’t share them
Then I am better off dead
How can she love me?
But don’t want me to write
It’s like wanting the moon
But you don’t need the night
So I rather be alone
In my darken den
Than living with someone
Who wants to stop my pen?
Everyone has a passion
I got mine and you got yours
And if you try to stop a dream
Frustrations will walk thru the doors
Don’t know where she’s going
And to be honest I don’t care
She tries to stop my poems
And that’s wasn’t not fair
Sometimes you spend years
With the wrong one
And never really knows it
Until they are gone
She’s in the train by now
She was not my friend
I know she never was
She tries to kill my pen
Some try to stop your dreams
And never look for their’s
Won’t waste time to search for it
So they try to make yours disappears
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