Give me a pen
So I can have written memory
Of love good I could not
Utter its existence
Give me a pen
So I can speak my mind’s
Organized noise
Outkasting negative energy
With a few strokes
Dotted i’s and crossed t’s
It’s a moment to behold
So throw me a pen
So I can scribe upon a
Positive state of mind
Affirming only the achievable
That is fully attainable
So I can tell you how much
I hate you
Because you may not remember
What I said but
You can quote what I wrote
Just give me a pen
And not a pencil because
I will never be erased
But etched and sketched
In permanent time and space
I haven’t shared a poem with everyone in a while, so just wanted to put this one out there. Let me know what you think!