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The onyx of my eye confesses on this page:soft and torn with a leaking edge,My breath sinks into creamy lines:a fusion of cursive, print,and shallows of wine,My lashes accumulate dust
to Love, One must giVe and takE to Love, One must bend, neVer brEak to Love
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
It was at the tender age of 11, In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven. I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
There's something we all want, Yet most never admit. It floats in your thoughts, Don't just let it sit. Jump up and reach out, Love waits for no one. Don't whisper it, shout!
Day in, Day out. Old news, Old games. One hears, One listens, But only some Write. Still beauty of nature in the cold, The rushing wind in the fast moving city.
life is music love is our song and i found my heart where love belongs and we had a bong that was really strong thought you could never do me wrong but a couple times you've proved me wrong