A Poet
I'm not a poet to you know why i wrote it,
To my spoken words to come alive catch the emotions,
For the ones who look at it to see I have the talent in the hidden of the motion right,
Every night I'm up writing as you sleep,
Every story I have to tell will show you,
Dark thoughts that plummet deep,
Seeing what's whack to what's good to hear on the radio,
We lost see thru in the fog of miss you.
written: 7/16/2015
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