Poetry Lives In Me
It lives deep down in my soul, my heart, makes my body shiver and drives me
insane....
and the real reason it lives in me because it understands
my past pains...
I go crazy when I hear it, cry because I can feel it and
it neglects me from every negative or positive thing
it keeps me silent and aware of everything and hides me away from
the rain...
It keeps me warm in the winter and it helps my heart beat full
of life...
it cools me in the summer time and waters me like a flower with a ray
of sun light...
It picks me up when I am so far down, it observes
my surroundings and it excites me when I'm sad...
it takes me to another place, remembers that I mean something
and take my bad days and turn them into yesterdays …
Poetry is my earth, wind, and fire, my desire, my love song, my lullaby
My winter, summer, spring and fall…
Poetry lives in me that’s why I give it my best and my
all…
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