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I love words until I became one I am made up of incomplete phrases Not everyone knows who I am And at some points, no one wants to understand My mind is a dictionary of joy, pain, love, happiness and sadness My heart is a pile of poetry I can be the prettiest written song Or the most beautiful sonnet that chills thy bone My words can be a perfect haiku I can turn every single thoughts in my mind to be a perfect sentence that complete the story I can be the longest-endless novel Or I can be the most special prose that you'll never get bored of reading..
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Words of my World
I love words until I became one I am made up of incomplete phrases Not everyone knows who I am And at some points, no one wants to understand My mind is a dictionary of joy, pain, love, happiness and sadness My heart is a pile of poetry I can be the prettiest written song Or the most beautiful sonnet that chills thy bone My words can be a perfect haiku I can turn every single thoughts in my mind to be a perfect sentence that complete the story I can be the longest-endless novel Or I can be the most special prose that you'll never get bored of reading..
We write to express ourselves and at the same time to know who we are. I love my life, i love to blend it in the most beautiful metaphors. My thoughts are composed of poetic voices and to minimize the casualty, I know I have to inked them.
denisse
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
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