The Pen Poem by Bill Simmons

The Pen

Rating: 3.5


He pulls put his pen
And as he begins to write
He is fighting to hold back the tears
That is swelling up inside

Honey, I miss you
And I'm so alone
This house is so empty
Without you, it's not a home

Then he turns away
As though a loss for words to say
So overwhelmed, he's been through hell
Now heartache has it's way

The tears they fathom
He's at a loss for what to do
But as the tears they fall now
Writes only, I love you

The heartache it has come
The heartache has it's way
They say that love it conquers all
But not today

The heartache, emotions
Devotions so broken
For all that he has ever loved in life
All that's left are the tears he cries.

copyright 2005 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com

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