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Passion and Pain

They're not just some words to be stolen
 But the meter beating within my heart
 On the pages of my passion
 Spilled while the wounds were still left open
 In black and white and deepest red bled the colors of my art
 So it's not surprising you can't understand
 Your claim upon my imagery is creative thievery
 While your sleight of hand reveals your warped dishonesty
 You shout imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
 But if that is true why wear a mask to conceal your robbery
 It's not enough to later say you admire my painted words
 Writing means much more to me than flushing defecated words
 They are all I have experienced in passion and in pain
 They are everything that healed my mind and all that kept me sane
 We may share all of our feelings in similar shades of ink
 But my poems ownership still belongs to me
 Yet through all of that you can still borrow my verse
 Each time you read my poetry
Written by Poetryman
Published | Edited 12th Aug 2014
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