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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

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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