Poetry is a consumming fire
The only way to deal with it is to write
Poetry is a consumming fire
It burns in my heart and soul
Pouring out my emotional turmoil
To write them down upon the page
Good night
Whimsical wonderment Forests of fantastical adventure Oceans of sailing ships and pirate battles Your dreams are up to you Whatever you...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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