Poetry, my form of expression,
A way I lay out my thoughts,
I can put into print what I think,
Without it's judgement.
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My secret pleasure, It doesn't criticize or condemn me, Just accepts me and my words with loving open arms, Just the way I am.
With you my mind is free to go anywhere, My words can soar, fly, crash or burn, With you my words take on a mind of their own, They create their own picture or story.
With you I can be whoever my pen decides to be, I can decide to be bitter, loved, heartbroken, happy, or sad, I would really love for the world to meet you, But I don't want you to be tainted or spoiled for me. imagesource (https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmbQGH991oiNTMr8iTTPsjXd7UDT1a7BfPdVuChGG9Yhgh/people-2604837_640.jpg)
So if I keep you to myself and not let the world meet you, Then I'm sorry or maybe not sorry because I don't want any intrusion, I don't want to end the love story between you and I, I don't want your beauty to become marred.
But I've realized keeping you to myself will be a crime,
Cos I don't know who might be meant to meet you,
I wouldn't want to deny anyone the beauty of your presence,
So I present you to the world.
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