A Poet Without a Pen
It's been two months since I wrote
I promised myself I'll put it on a post it note
Words won't come out I've been choked
Someone call the police my mind has commented a crime
Sitting weeping in my spare time
Pain flipped my life like a dime
My first love stripped from my grasp
No longer could I let this last
I'm picking up my pen today, and from this point on
my pen and I we're gonna have a blast!!!!!!
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