Poetry
As I sit up and lay in my bed
Poetry comes to my mind in my head
I write them down without hesitation
They calm my soul like frequent meditation
I love to read them after they are written
Because I shock myself with the words as they become sentences
People say you're talented, and that might be true
Their just words from my head, and it a great view
I can't believe it sometimes, the finishing touch seem so real
Some people don't like to read them, some make a big deal
But it's not all about what anyone thinks
This just brings joy to my heart, because I try to represent
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