My Home is Poetry
The only place I can truly be myself
I can relax sit back and let my thoughts flow
I can sip soup put my feet up and let the time slow
I can be creative,
recreative
translucent
luminescent
depressed
Compressed
E x p r e s s e dAll this other stuff well its just material
What I got inside, thats original.
Theres not much like the words of a heart
No matter what happens or if the world falls apart
I'll never lose the time I dedicate to me
Even while the pages burn I'll live in poetry.
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