*By arms that were home
a door through poetry opened
prior my knock*
**And I realised
that things we loathe sometimes
**** monsters inside**
*I once hated her
but poetry led me home when
all was done for me*
**For this reason I
do walk with her wherever,
Poetry is my life**
*Gorgeous though she
may not seem to so many
she's world to me*
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
*By arms that were home
a door through poetry opened
prior my knock*
**And I realised
that things we loathe sometimes
**** monsters inside**
*I once hated her
but poetry led me home when
all was done for me*
**For this reason I
do walk with her wherever,
Poetry is my life**
*Gorgeous though she
may not seem to so many
she's world to me*
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