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Poetry is no difficult thing
Sometimes you don't even have a form of rhyme scheme
It comes and it goes
Soon your pages overflow
With writings of the night
I feel a great plight
My vision starts to fade
Now I'm stuck at one single page
My inspiration dies
Like a fire whispered away...
I think of the lies
Of writing with no heart
A song without morale
I don't want to be that kind
So I stop and I feel the rhythm again
Oh how my heart beats to pick up my pen
Lovely sweet music will my writings be
And all will listen
All will see
A writer
A musician
With a heart
With understanding
Unwilling to part.
- by Saturn Midnight |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/01/2008 |
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- Title: My Works of Heart
- Artist: Saturn Midnight
- Description: I wanted to write something and decided when I couldn't think of anything to write about my passion. =)
- Date: 12/01/2008
- Tags: works heart
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