Poetry

You’re my escape and my one true love

When my words meet the page

I see a storm of therapy coming my way

My satisfaction is in the pleasure

And mercy I bring to myself

Reaching for the top shelf branded words,

I wouldn’t rather be doing anything else in the world

My passion leaves me sorting through the dictionary of forgiveness

Because I’m never perfect

So the art is being formed

This collaboration of adjectives, nouns and verbs

Rarely knows its value,

As I exaggerate my way through lines that play into an orchestra

Let me always keep fighting for a new way to say how marvelous you are,

Poetry

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