poetry is all the words we couldnt say
all the emotions we couldnt tell you
all the sparrow hauting our hearts
a wisper of a soul screaming
a ***** of chains
its the song of our aura
the mistakes
the passions

poems are not to be understood
they are to be lived
accepted as so
a way to enters someones mind


wipe your feet on my tolerance carpet

sit on my patience
and let me show you everything you wont understand

watch the soul wisper a scream
its only a dream
go back to yourself

take the poem pill
and invite me in

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sharon-Rose boisvert