the best poetry out there
was written down and tossed away
there's too much doubt there
so the words are lost today

the best poems out there
are like stones in the creek
submerged, without air
they never get to speak

the best poets out there
they are blowing in the wind
I can hear them shout there
again and again

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She fell in love.
not because of the words or gifts.
she fell in love with the way he would breathe.
She fell in love with those beautiful brown eyes.
she fell in love with the way she could look into them all day and still be intrigued.
She fell in love with the way that he held her.
she fell in love with the way that his lips felt pressed against hers.
she fell in love with the way that he carried himself.
She fell in love with his passion.
She fell in love with the way he looked at her.
she fell in love with his beautiful smile.
she fell in love with his laugh.
She fell in love with the way he cared for everyone.
She fell in love with the way he made her feel.
she fell in love and prayed for forever.

my poems aren't a pastime
they're a way to state
my emotions, and past crimes
and ally my boiling hate

my emotion can't be bottled
i'd be stared at like a big ***
so i decided to be a model
to those who renege fast

i want people to learn from my transgressions
or at least have a sense of pride
be a symbol of progression
and if not i can still say i tried.

my poems aspire to be a cashier and make change
and to mold meek, mindless minds
so nothing will be out of their range
so just know my poetry is of this kind