Unfinished

 

Poetry is my heart

Its the lantern that lights the way

Its the ocean that parts when I walk

Its the hands that  sweep me off my feet

Its the fever I can't control

 

In a world by myself

Redesigning oneself

Is the key to happiness

With outlines

I'm about to create my own life

One with envy and light

 

For poetry is my muse

It allows me to transfuse

My own life story

 

From riches to poltics

Poetry has breathe light into them all

Its a stresstaker

And a stressmaker

 

It is my life

Poetry is my life

This poem is about: 
Me
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