I can't turn it off its apart of me,
I was born with thoughts in my mind,
A pen in my hand,
and a tablet on my heart.
It races through my veins like a drug,
I feel high off of it every second,
Its me,
I don't know why I love it so much,
I have left it alone lots of times just to come right back
time after time,
To close these pages,
To stop this pen,
Would be like dieing,
and saying I refuse to win,
Me and God have a plan,
Or better said,
God has a plan for me,
Talented is what some call me,
Foolish and dumb others say,
but when I pray,
My prayers reach heaven,
Because I have a direct line to God,
My prayers.
This is not poetry,
Never has been,
this is about Jesus and me talking to him,
I'm so insightful in what I write,
That's why I can't stop,
It would be like stopping my relationship with a loved one.
I thank God for these words,
You are amazing!
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