What poetry is to me

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When one loves something They often don't know  Its a funny story That in fact I do but don't  My love for poetry Started just like that From the moment I could read and write
Hello, old friend, I am calling for you, can you hear? I know I've strayed, but can you save me once more? Against your warnings I've jumped and forgot how to swim.
Something so beautiful, yet not physical. One can say it's quite lyrical. Words that are read cannot describe its essence, something worth mentioning in your presence. It is quite indescribable, the feeling you get,
I'll spread myself across this page. be present a pound the stage . maybe then my memory won't fade. my life no longer a passing phase . try to sketch every piece of me in to eternity 
The silent bestfriend that is a great listener, The easiest way to express your feelings on paper. When things get rough and no one to talk to, Your thoughts, pen and paper will surely do. Poetry is my escape,
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