Poetry Poet Me
In Love With Ink I Am.
Who Else Has My Back Except Fam.
I Write Poetry To Release The Poet In Me
I'm A Beast So Breatheless.
So I Hardley Speak
Why Do People Talk
What's Their Purpose
Words Hurt So Language
& Grammar Is Worthless
My Bestfriend Didn't Teach Me
That SilenceIsGolden For Nothing
Face Expressions Tell It All
When I'm All Out Of Ink Who
Do I Call...Silence
Copyright © Mary David | Year Posted 2013
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