They all call me a poet
But I am not it
I just express love
Not by a dove
Words are a form of promise
Promises that are not always honest
But they're the best I got
So I have fought
There is a chance I will get lost
And that's a big cost
So please stay
That way I won't have to pray
To the unknown
My heart will become a combat zone
It's a game of fort and desire
Love is but only a fire
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My Book Of Poetry
PoetryI'm a writer with way too much free time and my constant music listen in has gotten me into poetry... oops.
