Words, words, words, words, words
Who interrupt and in failing me
A world of mine is tightly fixed
Summer days which passed me by
Through my life, I searched to see
And in paying, I need more time
Stories beside a poet's book
Alphabet injustice is this a crime?
Another page, another feathered ink
Deep within and hiding in my mind
Tables are my paper sheets of new
Paragraphs of life included chapters
Somewhere somehow I'd like to think
Going round and round inside my head
When I wrote a love poem about you.
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Author:
kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Words are our newly found expressive motive. We've transitioned it to how emotions are felt or more something to describe individual attributes.
Love itself is worth a thousand plus words.
Good read poet as always.
my sentiments too Hypoyhesis. thanks for your comment.
words can start love affairs or wars and stir emotions of every stripe great words here Kevin!
willyweed, that makes sense to me too. thank you..!
Well written and expressed Great write
thanks Tony36. hope you're keeping well my friend.
Welcome. Hope you are well
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