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You're a true poet,
with the way you put up
with each situation,
with each person,
as if they're your own words,
that you are choosing
to put where ever you want,
how ever you need it to be.
A maestro controlling
his musicians,
his orchestra,
his own show...
A director leading
his actors through their roles,
how ever he wants them to act,
and be...
The world is your play,
your theatre stage,
where you lead
your own way,
your own life...
The words that slip from under your tongue,
are my command,
for you are the director
for me being your cast actor,
and the maestro
to my being the musician,
and, the writer of my words...
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YOU ARE READING
Pieces of Mind
Poetry#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
