"MY WORDS CAN BE"

Line by line
My heart beats
To the rhythm
Of the rhymes

Piece by piece
My mind speaks
In dominance to the ink

Pulse throbs as the words are formed
Metaphors extended as a masterpiece is born

Each verse pulsates in rythmical ways
Like the mobility of a swing when the wind sways

My words can be
A surgeon to a broken heart
Stitching the areas
That were once pulled apart

Look upon the nouns and verbs
While giving birth to irredescent swirls
A 3D painted picture
Allowing viewers into my world

My words can be...
A RESPIRATOR
When the vital organ slumps in defeat
My creative intellect
Reminds the heart to beat

To gaze amidst the hidden secrets within
Is the forbidden fruit that cursed all men

My words can be...
The Emancipation Proclamation
A window in which that you will see
The corrupted mind of poet
Whose words set them free

 
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