So many words I've written
All about you
But have I ever written about the joy
I know I have once or twice
But I never wrote the way I feel
You made me happy
You made me sad
You made me excited
And even glad
People mention your name and I listen
You ran away but you came back to your home under the stars
Now you serve and I can't wait to see you again.
YOU ARE READING
Pens And Pencils
PoetryThe poems in which I am too scared to tell. All these poems are original.
