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poems I had written were stolen from my car. I wrote this and started a new beginning. |
| I've written poetry a lot I must say, Most are about what life has thrown my way; My goal is to publish a poetry book, Now it seems all my poems they took; I'm going to start over, I'm not going to quit, I will write more poems to show my wit; This poem is just the start, of many writings that stem from my heart; It is emotions that drive me to write, or things I went through or demons to fight; Whoever stole them, they do not know, to me, they have struck with a mighty blow; I will publish my poetry book, I won't let it stop me, all that they took; I will begin my book with this very poem, and see with each writing where I shall roam; Maybe they'll be different than before, Maybe this time I'll write even more; However it be, and with this being said, I will start my writings with thoughts from my head; This is the first poem that I wrote, They'll be many more, and of that, take note................ |