Words that I
Couldn't speak
My mouth is just
Simply weakThey end up being
Written in here
So you won't see
My drops of tearPoetry isn't
A useless art
It's from the soul
Written with heartEach stanza
Is sacred gold
A hidden thought
A story untoldWhen you speak
There's something missing
Something could only
express in writingThe art of poetry
Is not useless
It's the best way
That I can expressPoetry is like
The drops of rain
It cries out
The sorrow and painPoetry is like
An artist, a painter
It paints more than
Just a pretty pictureHAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND! :D
With love,
Z.
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Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)
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