Musings by The Poet Loriet
I Only Speak The Truth
The first time you kissed me,
my ink pen went crazy.
I stare at blank pages
and want to write about
love, love, love...
No, no,
write of other things.
I tell my pen this
to no avail.
It doodles hearts
and writes your name.
But I'm a POET, you dumb pen!
This pen makes me act
like a grade-schooler
with a crush.
I want to write of art,
history, science...
but all I can think about
is the way I feel in your arms,
and a poet's pen
never lies.
Lori Beal
my ink pen went crazy.
I stare at blank pages
and want to write about
love, love, love...
No, no,
write of other things.
I tell my pen this
to no avail.
It doodles hearts
and writes your name.
But I'm a POET, you dumb pen!
This pen makes me act
like a grade-schooler
with a crush.
I want to write of art,
history, science...
but all I can think about
is the way I feel in your arms,
and a poet's pen
never lies.
Lori Beal
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I Only Speak The Truth
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