What It Means To Flow
When I write, I don't think
It's hard to explain
The words just seem
To flow out of the tip of this pen
It's as if I am painting
A picture made of words
They intricately flow into each other
To create a masterpiece
Once I begin, I cannot stop
Until I know that my mind
Can no longer create images
In my head that flow
From my brain to this pen
And onto this paper
So with this,
I leave you
A piece of my heart
Copyright © Tyffani Paceley | Year Posted 2007
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