Saturday, April 21, 2018

It flows out

The words flow off my mind onto the paper,
It’s built on a foundation like a sky scraper,
The words flow through my mind into my heart,
As the paper depicts the emotional changes apart,

I’m a writer, I’m feelings don’t make me weak,
So strong my feelings and meanings aren’t bleak,
I can tare apart a story and make it flow,
Into a poem with rhymes and emotions, I know ,

When I write I speak from the heart,
And know voice can take it apart,
I write from experience ,I feel from feeling ,
Knowing life is so mysterious and surrealing. 

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