Untitled Date: Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 09:57:15 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Paul_Wall untitled ------------------------------------------- I don't talk much but My head is full of thought My eyes full of sight My heart full of pain The only way to relieve this pain is my pencil pistol I load my pistol with bullets my words Then blow all ya'll away with my words of wisdom I climb the mountain I swim the sea With my pencil I can be all that i can be I use my pencil to get away from the pain It's just me, my pencil, my pads and my thoughts I use my pencil to trap memories like pictures It's a disease I can't stop Ain't no cure So get used to my pencil Because I won't stop This poem is Copyright © Paul_Wall Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=82458