Music Of Love
My heart is a keyboard,
Lately my notes have been ravaged with sorrow,
The depressed song of my heart,
Makes its way to my eyes,
With each stroke of the keyboard,
The tears fall rapidly,
But they never seem to hit the ground,
They say the light always comes after the dark,
To bad life has framed my eyes with dark shades,
Although I have accolades,
Life's blockades have made barricades,
Which invade my mental crusades,
Then one day I picked up a pen,
Amazingly I could then see the light from within,
Every word I penned inched me closer to the light,
Every time I had debacles I strapped on my pen,
Like dynamite,
God has given all of us talents,
Mine is to write,
Ask God for guidance,
Not for sight,
Then you too will find your light..
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jpickens2011
Hello everyone! I am 22 years old. I am from Tuscaloosa,Alabama. I noticed at a fairly early age I was a very gifted writer. I believe one day I will be numbered among the greats. Follow me and my work and watch as I rise through the ranks. Every poem I write can teach you a life lesson. My talent is very raw. Be Blessed!!
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