Speak Your Mind
You, me, go?
My english is broken english
Like a snail trying to reach its destination
Like a baby has spoken its first word
I'm not a perfection or a pro.
Nowhere to express,
I pour all my thougth into a sheet of paper
Taking my brain out and share it to the world.
I twisted and turned and twirled,
Taking the lead to where the last word will dance to an end
Being a Poet is like a key
Every key is unique, so is you
You are a leader
Speak your Mind
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