when I think of poetry I ride with the winds that blows with me,I smile with feelings that flows deeply inside writing about my life, it may not seem much but only my pen and papers knows my name all thoughts to writing rather than to fight it's just me and the candle lights writing about drama's in my sight,I'm living in dreams trying to create another light in my soul "I'm a coward because am cold "without a laughter in my bones I feel alone using words to be in control of my sad life writing with pain to stay alive, maybe this is my life to be writing about mean things you did to me, I'm unknown spreading ink on pages creating a world from within" after all am just a poet...
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