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As I'm going through my desk drawer to find the perfect pen, I hope you bear with me, and enjoy

Submitted:Feb 22, 2012    Reads: 58    Comments: 8    Likes: 8   

I wouldn't hide my mind inside

These lines so you would say "he's smart"

I'm not that deep or that intense

I'm just the guy who coughed his heart

It's not for you to read or praise

It's just for me to see my soul

This is the way that it should be

So break that mirror on your wall

There is no talent or a gift

It's only how you show your mind

That's why a tear outlives these lines

For all around me says I'm blind

Why would I write if no one is

a better poet than the world

That's why we listen hard because

we only write what we are told

Don't pay attention to these lines

I'm just giving my pen a test

Sadly it writes then I'm afraid

I'll throw it out with all the rest


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