All it takes is a stroke of my pen
To find the words that hide deep within
To express what it is that I feel
Although they are thoughts it's the truth they reveal
As I sit and ponder on these thoughts
to much of my dismay
I realize sometime it's a word on word play
To tell a story, just a glimpse of the fantasy
I hide in and relive each day
To some it is a crime
If as a poet I do not rhyme
I write to express not to impress
And to my fellow poets
I dedicate this simple poem
Yesenia Acevedo
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
All it takes is a stroke of my pen
To find the words that hide deep within
To express what it is that I feel
Although they are thoughts it's the truth they reveal
As I sit and ponder on these thoughts
to much of my dismay
I realize sometime it's a word on word play
To tell a story, just a glimpse of the fantasy
I hide in and relive each day
To some it is a crime
If as a poet I do not rhyme
I write to express not to impress
And to my fellow poets
I dedicate this simple poem
Yesenia Acevedo
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