I am the poet;
That writes of love.
With every strand that it leaves behind,
Writen with a pencil...
But said aloud in a heart that is locked away

I am the poet;
That writes of pain.
Every day lives leave behind.
With the stroke of a pen...
Down in the notebook I keep tightly locked in my heart

I am the poet;
That writes of death.
A loss of a loved one,
Engaved on a headstone...
And typed down in the tears I leave behind.

I am the poet;
That writes with pride.
With my head held high,
I walk the line..
With the poems in my notebook...
I am the poet.
 
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