Magic

With this paper in my hand
and the pen in the other
ill make magic with these words
and sparks with the letters

ill think of all the good times
ill think of all the bad
ill think about the sad times
and memories not so grand

and with these memories in my head i think of things so great
when i finish my poems well i just cant wait

some will have meaning and other will just suck
some will move your world and some will sit here and rot.
well with these memories
in my head and the pen in my hand

Ive just started a masterpiece and its all part of my plan.

-Samantha k. b.