Pretty words emerge in my mind
With their ornaments, their own design
They all have a life on their own
Until I pick them
Arrange them like a song
With a rhythm as melody
And syllables for instruments,
the pattern creates itself
and demands to be written down
-Angel
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For Rose Tinted Minds
Poetry''Sometimes we wear glasses the color of rose, Our minds begin to hide things it already knows. '' Kurt James These poems are for the ones who love too hard, who fall too deep, even when it burns.
