My pen it spits at youA Poem by Black Swan PoetryMy pen it spits at you All the things you Run away from Including the all but forgotten truth
My pen it spits at you Venomous the ink As you smear it across your face With your every futile Attempt to wipe it off
My pen it spits at you Hands forever stained Growing darker every day Frightened by facts You cannot face
My pen it spits at you Your black roses Long ago laid in boxes Wrapped up like gifts But were never to be given
My pen it spits at you All that you swore to yourself Was too well hidden To ever be discovered By anyone least of all yourself
My pen it spits at you Or does it constantly spray Aimed at reaching the many like a sprinkler And you are the child That can never get enough Long after the street lights illuminate You continue to play
© 2011 Black Swan PoetryAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on November 14, 2011 Last Updated on November 14, 2011 AuthorBlack Swan PoetryKenosha, WIAboutI enjoy writing Poetry about the human condition. While much of this can at worst be very sad and at best be serious. This is not all that encompasses me. And it does not represent my constant state o.. more..Writing
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