What do you see
When you read
My poetry
Do you think
I'm in despair
Wish I wasn't even there
Do I seem like a friend
in need?
Do I portray
a heart that bleeds?
Are they thoughts
that rise from my past?
of long lost loves
That didn't last
Are my words
feelings from my soul
Only what I want
The world to know
Why do some think
These words
are all about me
Do my words
become who I am
A captured
photograph
frozen in time
These words came from me
sometimes when I read them
I can't believe it was me
who wrote them
When I write
My feelings rise
with lantern lights
My release floats
into night skies
Gone from my insides
out of sight
out of mind
All my words now scribbled on a page
seem like lies
Were they just thoughts
that rose to the surface
disappeared with my tears
healed me inside
eased my fears
My words are not me
only a small fraction
of who I am
or claim to be
a fleeting moment
of my minds
symphony
Poetry is just a way
to show my creativity
Words that make art
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