Although no talent obliges in my veins
And somehow be able to explain what I think
Emotional poems created from lonely pains
Ironic that I express myself in these ways
An intermediate expression in an eye’s blink

Wither it be pride, death, or condemnation
Words in sentences that make you feel
Maybe wisdom, anger, or redemption
My sinister soul’s life confession
My layers of emotion ready to peel

And I live for these word to express my thoughts
For there are no other ways I know how
With piles and piles of tears in lots
The only way I have been taught
My primary source, a reliability now

But why I write, is why you do
An expression of emotion, condemnation, and thought
To wash thoughts out, through and through
So life can carry on, and we can move
Personal peace is what I sought
 
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