Poetic Flow
This poetic flow that I have
My pen to the paper, damn I’m bad
The words just guide
From my hand to the pad
It’s like a thought unfinished
Until my hand and wrist get to itching
Then the words flow out so slick, so smooth
Like my personality, so very cool
It just hits me like a flash of light
That’s when I begin to write
Rhyming words and phrases
Always giving praises
I don’t know how I got it
Where it came from
But I take my pen and paper
And with a thought I run
Writing words as they come to mind
Never hesitating, just writing my rhymes
I don’t know how it happens, but one thing I do know
God has blessed me, with this Poetic Flow…
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