You were that idea
I was able to draw in my head.
You could've been my poetry
if I had only written you down.
You were a masterpiece
that I left at the back of my mind
thinking that I'd just remember you
if I already had time.
You were that idea
I was able to draw in my head.
that unborn poetry
that I'd lost but could not forget
You were a poem
that I wasn't anymore allowed to form
because someone already wrote you
and I'd be a plagiarist if I'd still try to.
— Jan Di
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In Dreams, We Find Our Rhymes
PoetryWell, I just can't describe my poems better than how this piece of mine describes them. 🌠 "What My Poetry Is Made Of" I am not someone who has rich vocabulary. My phrases, my clauses will always be ordinary, so I just use the simple words that I...
