Just A Guy With A Pen

I’m not an artist, just a guy with a penUpon a lonely night, I started to writeI jotted down some rhymes for meTeen angst channeled into the lightI’ve never looked back to thinkI just keep writing over the decadesI don’t edit my feelings nor judge youPurely an attempt for the soul not to fade

I’m Getting Old

OMG! I’m getting old I’m actively searching For the edited version Methodically perching Watching their content Preserving young minds Cultivating the innocence For you can never rewind