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    I love writing-
    It's my passion and my healing-
    My medicine prescribed to help describe and thrive through phenomenal pain-
    As well as joys indescribable feeling-
    It's my vent, my outlet to let out tears screams and shouts about what my heart wants needs deserves and is tired of going without-
    But it's also my inlet-
    Cause once i ingest the concept that someone deserves these words my heart will soon follow-
    I couldn't possibly give you one without the other-
    So to let you know I have let you in I am once again, hoping not in vain, subjecting to my pen-
    So consider this your key-
    To me-
    Hold it tightly baby cause loose grips do slip and i need you shield it like it has shielded the thought that you existed for so long-
    Keep it close and I will make sure you never lose it, just always know it's yours sweetheart-
    It'll always be yours-
    I don't want to give it to anyone else, this constant run of dysfunctional loves makes sorrow continuously felt-
    I never seem to get a good hand, bad pairs are continuously dealt-
    Until you shined through now jackpot is seen through the dark, cause this ace just found his queen of hearts-
    Your what i need in my life, especially if i want to be a poet-
    Because you now hold the very essence of every word I've ever spoken-
    You have my heart-
    So thank you for giving me just one more reason to write////

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    MsKrystle commented on untitled

    06-26-2009

    Wow this is hot. I really like it. I bet this sounds even better when spoken....It flows so nicely.

    BRZ804

    06/27/2009

    Thank you...yeah i would like to think so cause i aspire to be a spoken word poet so that's how i write them....But thank you so taking the time to check it out

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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