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My Gift
A true poet is by heart, body mind and
soul.
A creative mind, that never gets old.
The ability to look beyond what you
see.
A God giving gift, blessed from him to
thee.
I never understood, so therefore couldn't
explain.
Why I express myself on paper with a
pen.
Never truly needing friends, cause alone in
my room writing is how it ends.
I have so many things, I truly want to
be!
But my poetry is my love, it runs so deep
in me.
I can't turn it away, for it's ment to
be.
Born into my heart at birth, so it's
internally.
Never losing hope again, for my pen is a
blessing to me.
I think you Jesus, for this gift!
An pray you stay with
me.
soul.
A creative mind, that never gets old.
The ability to look beyond what you
see.
A God giving gift, blessed from him to
thee.
I never understood, so therefore couldn't
explain.
Why I express myself on paper with a
pen.
Never truly needing friends, cause alone in
my room writing is how it ends.
I have so many things, I truly want to
be!
But my poetry is my love, it runs so deep
in me.
I can't turn it away, for it's ment to
be.
Born into my heart at birth, so it's
internally.
Never losing hope again, for my pen is a
blessing to me.
I think you Jesus, for this gift!
An pray you stay with
me.
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