Pen in Hand
by LateNiteFantasy©
Only the pen knows the color of the ink
The beauty of the words
are thought owned by each reader
To whom the pen writes
for whom does the ink run
Pens can have their way of things
ink can make it fun
The fool, the reader or the pen
I say neither, then again
I've inked a pen and so it goes
the color of the ink don't show
Read I may, but take no heart
as to audition for a part
Words are simply left about
The pen's not one to point it out
So read unto your own desire
take and build yourself the fire
Care not who the pen may ink
it's all for you, if you so think
