emotional ballad

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i write poetry a lot
because i can't put my thoughts
in the palm of your hand
so you can understand.
i'm tired and weak
the pencil starts to leak.
the words are flowing
like an oak tree growing
sprouting roots in the ground
i write all the time but i won't make a sound.
these letters combining
i have to stop crying
i must write it down
when i ever start to frown
so i don't make them cry
my words twist to lie.
it's hard to be a poet
because your spirits fall but you can not show it.

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