Forever Growing
When I was young I was taught to rhyme
To put my imagination on paper, forever and all time
Never once did this passion fail to help me through
So I kept it near my heart and now I’ll share with you
Poetry helped me grow through the darkest of times
Darkness dimmed from the light I never thought I’d find
Through the ink I lined on that tear stained paper,
I found myself, strong then, even stronger later
It taught me to be free, to rise above
So I can always share my thoughts, some of darkness, some of love
But I know it’ll always be there for me, as this season will always last
Growing now into a flower, from that sorrow filled grass
You have taught me to express myself and to expand my mind
You gave me a sense of hope, something that was hard to find
You will always be there for me, that I always know
You will never leave me, I’ll never have to see you go
Nothing last forever, but this flower shall never die
I can thank you now, as I’m rhyming from the sky
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