Wednesday, November 30, 2011

A poets heart

I am putting it down even if I
have to use crayon,it does not
matter where I am or who is around.

I am a poet and I write the words
that haunts my heart day in and
day out and sometimes you may even
get a glimpse of what I am really
about.

I say things that may hurt your
heartstrings or even make you smile
when your life seems to be at the
end of the road with no hope.

I put myself in all that I say,my
fingertips says it all when my mouth
could never tell you my real thoughts.

I sit in a room all to myself writing
my feelings down for all to read and
just hope that someday my words will
give you what you need to feel,to give
your life more meaning and more than
anything a chance to heal.

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