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A Poem Everyday
Poem after poem,I express my feelings.
Poem after poem,the feeling goes away.
Poem after poem,I express myself that way.
With each sentence, I chase the feeling away.
And I try to keep my demons at bay.
As I make a world of my own and dream away.
I write it on the paper,and my worries go away.
I move into a world with no sadness and decay.
And I become someone new.
i forget all the pain i've been through.
Letter by letter,word by word.
As I teleport into a fictional world.
A world of my own.
i write it and I am at home.
Happy,wild and free.
I feel as if I can be anything I want to be.
As I lean on the apple tree.
And I enjoy the weather.
And write down a sunny sky.
Birds chirping as they fly.
I imagine grass,green and tall.
As fairytale like flowers grow.
Color by color,scent by scent.
And I wonder what it all meant.
As heavenly emotions ascend.
But eventually,I will go back to the real world.
Smiling,looking at the pen in my hand.
And showing my poem to an online friend.
A fictional world of my own.
Expressing feelings while at home.
In this magical,sunset bay.
And I know what you may be thinking.
But doing this gives me hope.
And a hobby I enjoy doing as I bond.
Poem after poem,the feeling goes away.
Poem after poem,I express myself that way.
With each sentence, I chase the feeling away.
And I try to keep my demons at bay.
As I make a world of my own and dream away.
I write it on the paper,and my worries go away.
I move into a world with no sadness and decay.
And I become someone new.
i forget all the pain i've been through.
Letter by letter,word by word.
As I teleport into a fictional world.
A world of my own.
i write it and I am at home.
Happy,wild and free.
I feel as if I can be anything I want to be.
As I lean on the apple tree.
And I enjoy the weather.
And write down a sunny sky.
Birds chirping as they fly.
I imagine grass,green and tall.
As fairytale like flowers grow.
Color by color,scent by scent.
And I wonder what it all meant.
As heavenly emotions ascend.
But eventually,I will go back to the real world.
Smiling,looking at the pen in my hand.
And showing my poem to an online friend.
A fictional world of my own.
Expressing feelings while at home.
In this magical,sunset bay.
And I know what you may be thinking.
But doing this gives me hope.
And a hobby I enjoy doing as I bond.
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