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Poetry

When I am euphoric
Poetry
flows from my hand as
water
flows from a stream.

When I am dejected and depressed
in unimaginable ways
Poetry
drips from my pen as
blood
drips from a wounded
heart.

Poetry IS Me.

Even when there is no pen at hand and no paper to be found
Poetry
runs through
my head
like a


sweet



mystical




song.



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~*The-Broken-Hearted-Girl*~ said...
Oct. 26, 2009 at 6:24 pm
i love it too!! :D you got tallent girlly. :) thanks for your comment on elohvee-ee :)
 
LaurenHaley(= said...
Aug. 15, 2009 at 8:44 pm
omg! i have read this over and over again!!!!!!!!! gossh i love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
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