Confessions of a poet
When the nights take over
When the sun goes down
And the galaxy of light reveals itself
We pick up a pen
We have one thought
That branches off into a story
We are artists too
Painting pictures for the mind
Forcing the perspective of people
Telling them
To use their imagination
And make our words breathe life
Because for us
The readers are just as important
As the pen.
~Shy | Confessions of a poet||
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Shyann Cooks
Im an amateur writer, avid reader, and a nyc high school junior. My main area of writing is "perspective writing ". If anyone wishes to know more my contact is via email @[email protected]
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