A poem written
Bleeds words
Drops letters
Misses punctuation
Meaning lost
Rhythm broken down
Metaphor ripped away
I want the thoughts to stay
As it was
Untrodden, rich in description
Not a shapeless tool
But a delight
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I write poems only at two times, when I'm in love or when I'm out of love. Which I guess, is anytime I feel like it. lol. Like me, my poems are almost always complex but nonetheless simple to read. I am not a professional writer and as such I prefer not to follow any rules. I write for myself and once a poem is written, I rarely edit or rewrite it again. That said, I welcome your comments :) With love and light.
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