Poems

by justin   Nov 11, 2007


With words so preciouse
you carefully lay them out
leaving a peace of you behind
showing the world what problems are imprisoned
in the end it seems to be more then just art
and yet part of your soul
the emotions leaving your heart
from the blood to the hands
into your dead pen
being stored on you're paper
living on and read bye future generations

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