Poetry
During the hard times in my life,
Pen and paper became my friends.
They were my listeners
My loyal consolers.
They became my main distraction,
They gave me comfort,
And I created poetry,
All the words on that paper,
Made up my own little world.
Where I was able to throw my pain away.
Poetry became my escape.
-PF
Copyright © Thatgirlfrommars Pf | Year Posted 2017
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