Why I write..


Poetry is an escape for me,

I can let go of life,

It sets me free,

My thoughts can be read,

Shown in black and white,

My feelings bleed through,

Dripping into the words I write,

My ink is my blood,

My paper is my soul,

My poetry is a part of me nobody knows,

It can make you happy,

It can make you cry,

Just remember this is the me inside,

Nobody listens,

Nobody cares,

But when it's on paper it's read everywhere,

Even my father,

who never lent an ear,

Read my poetry and shed a tear,

So now you know,

I'm just a normal girl who wants to be free....

Free of the world through poetry.



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