I used to draw
But I had no images
To think of
I would copy
I would try
But I have a blank mind
Like a canvas
But then
I wanted to sing
But I have no voice
I felt I needed to be heard
So I found myself writing
I started drawing with words
About apples
Pigeons
And more
I could sing with words
I could teleport
I would be heard
When I write
I can't stop
I'm an artist
With words
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The Ways Of Life
PoetryA series of poems, that share how life is for a teenager, the pain, the joy, and the love.
