rachael broken

Writing - Poem by rachael broken

When I am happy I can't write
When I am angery I write in spite
Why can I write and be bright
Because my feelings make me write
And without my feelings I am an artist without a brush
A brush without paint
Paint without color

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 29, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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