Unfinished
Poetry is my heart
Its the lantern that lights the way
Its the ocean that parts when I walk
Its the hands that sweep me off my feet
Its the fever I can't control
In a world by myself
Redesigning oneself
Is the key to happiness
With outlines
I'm about to create my own life
One with envy and light
For poetry is my muse
It allows me to transfuse
My own life story
From riches to poltics
Poetry has breathe light into them all
Its a stresstaker
And a stressmaker
It is my life
Poetry is my life
This poem is about:
Me
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