My Open Book
When I write these words from my mind...
Its deep inside my heart I search and find...
Each write has a piece of me written throughout...
Some may express a time of anger and a shout...
Others could be about lost love or a new one found...
All these poems are a part of my soul with no bound...
They tell of tales of passion and heartache which
helped me grow...
A few are just a morning thoughts or a pile of words I
throw up in the air and blow...
While a few still have strong feeling of loss or being alone...
However it comes out , my book is now open and this heart
is now warm not made of stone..
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