Save Me

June 23, 2010
A poem is an ocean of words
Words can pierce your swollen heart
Words can slap your burning cheeks
A poem’s gentle fingers can touch lives
Rhythm is the strong strings that connect words
And create a poem
You keep a poem alive
You read its words
You ride its waves
You swim its ocean
I am a poem
You saved my life

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