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Sunday, January 20, 2013

Empty Paper

An empty piece of paper,
that is me.
full of blanks
fill with empty.
not even worth a penny.

Until one fine day,
the wind blew.
blew so hard
it made me flew.
Stumbled across
a handsome beau.
Who was bruised, broken
all black and blue.

He started to use
the pen on me.
To write his story
of pain and agony.
His stories fill me up,
I am no longer empty.
He then vow
to make me his company
for now and eternity.


1 screams:

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good start for a domestic poet, somethimes it rhymes which is not good, try to use more sophisticated words, more metaphores
good luck

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