Poet your pen is a powerful instrument.
I'm just so intrigued by the way it functions
I should not have expected anything less than amazing
From a pen who's owner is astonishing.

Poet you pen is a powerful instrument.
A pen that is sharp like the thorn on an "odd colored rose"
A pen so firm
A pen so bold
Oh poet you stuck your pen in me and
Wrote on my insides and
I felt your rhythm, I felt your flow
You kept that pen moving
You let your ink spill in my soul.

Poet your pen is a powerful instrument.
I opened up my journal and invited you to come and write.
The words that you wrote with that pen were so magnificent,
it caused us to do a colab cause my own words I started to recite.
My reciting soon turned into a stutter, and the stuttering became an utter.
The way you stroked that pen with every word,
In nine months we may be father& mother.

Poet your pen is a powerful instrument.
Uncontrollable emotions poured out of your body
You could no longer control your script and it became scribble.
You unrolled my scroll and started speaking in your own tongue,
I don't hear you anymore
I figure the cat has your tongue.
This is no longer poetry but a
Script of an act that has been performed and done.

Ahhhhh......Poet your pen is a powerful instrument.
So anytime you make that pen write
You better believe that I am subcribed to you
Cause I am mesmerized by what you make that pen do.

*****THIS POEM WAS INSPIRED BY A DREAM I HAD ABOUT A FELLOW MEMBER (Lmao) WHO I NEVER MET BEFORE. I DON"T EVEN KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED IF YOU READ CAREFULLY THERE IS A CLUE.*****