Poetry to Life
For me poetry isn't just simple words on paper
Those knawing thoughts inside my mind I said to save for later
Until one day I realized that no longer could I live
With another me screaming and yelling even though there was nothing I could give
I used to think that I could live relying on my own
But I'm not grown I should have known those words are ever powerful still
There's something that just keeps drawing me to the page
The rhythm and flow pours right out like water with no gauge
Never will I stray again from this powerful art
That lets me be the real me with nowhere to start
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