There are secrets that lies in my poetry
Bound by periods and held close with thought
I tell storys of love lost, love gained, and friendships in the wane
I hide behind my words afraid
That when you see this person
Who thinks these things
You'll be amazed and say
She didn't do that she isn't intelligent enough
It has been said
So I line my poetry with secrets and wishes
To guide you along
To hopefully make even me strong
I leave as I came
With poetry in my head
Hoping one day, maybe
I would be recognized for the poet
I am this day
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This is a beautiful piece of work and don't you worry... YOU ARE ALREADY RECOGNIZED........ very expressive style. Vote 10.