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I.
Books are considered once as my enemies
But now, I treat them as part of my inner peace
That seems to enlighten my mood when in frustration
I've seen through my eyes,
A world laid out before me.
A world that's experienced a year of growth,
A year of pain,
A year of change.
A lot can happen in a year,
The discovery of a new hobby,
Words cannot express
The joy I feel when I open
my mouth to sing words with sultry
sounds
The serenade of emotion filling each verse
Everytime I fill the room with a melody
My heart is fulfilled
The sport of soccer is,
A team sport
It doesn't matter if you are tall or short
With it you have more support
So who the hell am I?
Let's see...
I'm a fricking nerd-dork weirdo with barely qualifyed coolness,
I'm an anime weeaboo and self-proclaimed "voice-acting officinado" of sorts,
Walking on the tightrope between two worlds,
Reality and fiction never seem to agree.
However for some it shapes a balance,
Our ability to understand the power both sides hold.
When I see her, my heart sinks to my feet.
Her sound is like a Heaven praise from 'bove.
From her strength, Satan could never defeat,
Her love, not like a weakish morning dove,
Andrea Gibson writes like a god.
Why can't I write like a god?
Everything in her poems are pure gold.
And I would rather deal with gold spilling out of my mouth
Than this nonsense that is this poem.
