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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My friend In a land without beginning, I cannot think about the end. In a world where I should have been winning, I could only pretend. I cannot deceive you now and tell you that I have no gift; I cannot lie to you now and say I have nothing to give. I have to give you my words, so you can see the real me. I am love, I am yours; I am more than just a poetic piece. If Heaven came calling and I was never seen again, Would I have left a good impression upon this world? I hope you have been affected by the words that I say, Because if I am taken or even if I am forsaken, Then all that would be left to do was leave your mind behind to twirl. We are all here for a reason and my reason is this; Born to write, half the time, the rest I spend being in love. If we cast aside our desires, then would we even have lived? Love is my passion, it drives me forward and it stops me giving up. I have said I am nothing, but something I am. I could claim to tell the truth And you could claim that I am a liar, Or I could simply share my thoughts with you. I could have kept silent, but I chose to stand; Nothing is given, you must earn it and so that is what I will do. No dramatics or lies, just blood, sweat and tears. My books are growing, my words multiplying and I am but a pen. As each night falls and each sun rises, I am slipping through the years. But on the last day, on my grave it will say… He was a poet, a lover and my friend. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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