My dream

September 2, 2012
Here's my pen.
Here's a piece of paper.
So many words in my head.
But they won't go together.
It's annoying when all you want to do is write.
That's when my head goes blank.
My hand squeezes tight.
Literally my dream is all I want.
To be a well known poet in the literature art.
Start a poem, tear it apart.
Throw it away, and once again start.
This will NEVER stop me.
I will one day see.
From the sidewalk, my name in a book store.
This will always be my dream

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