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18 years are spit out of my mouth to you 
As I roll my tongue to sooth your ears with my soul 
And sing that sweet sound of music called Poetry
Boy does it soothe me.

Spending these last couple of years trying to find myself
In these prison walls of knowledge and confusion and
I still find my self-staring at the legs of her sweet body 
I ask her name and she kindly replies Poetry.
Boy does it soothe me.

The boy that sits in the corner with his head down 
Ashamed by societies hateful words and he clenches onto his jacket 
Because the pain that you’ve spoken to him is murder to his thoughts 
Now who should be punished for his Poetry?
Boy does it soothe me.

His death caught her off guard as she falls back on the chair
And the tissue she holds as a security blanket to fight back her fear of loneliness, can
only absorb her thought to stay alive.
She gasps for air because the feeling of her heart bursting is ticking in her mind.
Now that’s Poetry.
Boy does it soothe me.

Stiff in your seats the tiny hairs stand on the back of
Your neck and you are
Faced with reality.
But as I raise my voice and throw in a couple of metaphors here and there
The earth still rotates my mind on yours and you 
Are sucked into my poetry.

Why?
Because it’s Poetry
Like that dove you saw fly outside and wrote your name in the sky
Like the time when the sun shined so bright 
And your smile was bigger then heaven.
Like that one word that means everything and you just don’t know why.
Poetry 
The way I get your attention with the sound of my voice and you stare in my eyes.
Now that’s poetry.
Boy does it soothe me.

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