Pen O Pen Poem by Saint Cynosure

Pen O pen my best of friend,
tonight how will you flow?
Why I am lost in consequence,
and purposes unknown.
Has I find ways to spill whats hidden,
deep in side my soul.
Will any body understand,
this truth and hurt I know?
Will the paper make us lie,
so it can have the fame?
Or can it be like you and me,
a friend that shares the shame?
To many times I know it feels,
that it gets cast aside.
Forsaken for another sheet,
while you and I still write.
Hidden in between the lines,
Its us who gives it pride.
Pen O pen my best of friend,
what shall we share tonight?