poetry has become my person the real deal listening to how the pages flip as I scribble down my train of thoughts and emotions on that little paper that seems to hold my fragile heart in one piece. time seems to have stop as I paint and colour my tiny world of imagination in my head the smell of ink energies my soul to pour out my heart's content to its satisfaction...crazy as it sounds but the two have become my best friends if not lovers cause they can't miss the moment and memorials of my life and the lyrics have become soo addictive an obsession that I can't live without
©tonyblair
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