Backyard of Forgotten Intentions

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem.

Submitted: November 20, 2011

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Submitted: November 20, 2011

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The pen flows

And I feel worthy

Worthy to be here and shout my convictions

Worthy to sit here and cry through my paper

It was blank

But now is filled

 

You can sing to underline your passions

You can say to let them know you're trying

You can whisper to say that you are dying

But to write is to leave it empty

Leave it empty for the world to imagine

 

From the city sky scrapers in New York

To my backyard of forgotten intentions

I can see the distance travelled

Which I intend to endure myself, but unlike the others before me-

I won't come back.

 

 


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