Gifts
Gifts are special things
Many unique one's
Some lucky individuals have
I can look at something
And think of poetry in seconds
People say this is a gift for me
I believe it to be a curse at some times
My words get twisted in my head
From something good to something bad
On and on and on
Never ending madness
It has turned to be
Copyright © Brittany Gentry | Year Posted 2011
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