All I have is a pen…

All I could do was form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart

In order to accept the hours minutes days that we are apart

I run to the internet hoping that I can get

Just a crumb of attention from you

But there is nothing there and I’m left with despair… and then

And all I have left is a pen

To hell with all the protocol

All I want is for you to call

With just a minute of your time for me

And then all I can do is form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart

In order to accept the hours, minutes, days that we are apart

I drop to my knees to pray for that one day

You will come home

And then all I can do is form prose with my mind to gain peace in my heart

In order to accept the hours, minutes, days that we are apart

Because all I have to cling to is my pen

©Michelle McGriff 2009