I spoke
I still will
But my voice doesn't carry the exquisite sound that my pen now does
As it scratches its way across the pad
Forming the words that my mouth never would sound out
None of the people that I talk to apparently want to hear
They certainly don't want to read them
So I let my pen speak to you
And I really appreciate that you listen to my pen
My Pen Is Now
My Voice©
EdwinBrown9®™
YOU ARE READING
August 2017. poems thoughts life stories
PoetryRated 85 in poetry August 27, 2017 This month begins my third year on Wattpad... I have learned much... I have achieved more than I could ever have expected... I have enjoyed the experience... I truly could not believe the enormous support that I...
