It's a way of life for me
Poetry isn't just a class assignment
It's a way to express
the feelings of love, lost, or confidement
It's a way to smile
at all rhymes and funny sayings
It's a way to my life
I use it to escape reality and beings
It's a way to relax
the muscles worn from the day
It's a way to cry
all the worries that get in my way
It's a way to hide
the darkest parts of my soul
It's a way to live
even if it takes it's toil
It's a way to remember
all the poeple past and gone
It's a way to see
Life and how to move on
It's a way to go
to the future, to my freedom
Poetry isn't just a something to do
It's a way of life for me
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