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Meraki
Shall writing be my medicine,
I'd heal with every word;
My soul would feel a whole again
my strength be gained when heard.
I'd splatter words on every page
to take away the pain;
my passion chosen noticed
senseful words shall keep me sane.
My words someday a lesson
when death be I will remain;
through my stories told a time
where my love shall never change.
Through words I'd be remembered
for my heart and loyalty;
for my constant time and effort,
for my written honesty.
Shall quite words be introduced?
Bravely put on thinnest lines?
Our creations, wise and retold
in a world we'd leave behind.
If my cuts could bleed a tellful tale,
each word my own and true;
I'd write and write and bandage
up the rest for something new.
Each piece a better sell
and shall they ever crave for more?
I'd leave behind a list of stories
written 'til my hands were sore.
A shelf of freed soul and heart,
a book of hope and faith;
written in dream and color
aside the blank ink and ignored scaith.
My love for words will never fade
my passion shall keep growth;
I swear to write no matter what
and keep my writer's oath.
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I'd heal with every word;
My soul would feel a whole again
my strength be gained when heard.
I'd splatter words on every page
to take away the pain;
my passion chosen noticed
senseful words shall keep me sane.
My words someday a lesson
when death be I will remain;
through my stories told a time
where my love shall never change.
Through words I'd be remembered
for my heart and loyalty;
for my constant time and effort,
for my written honesty.
Shall quite words be introduced?
Bravely put on thinnest lines?
Our creations, wise and retold
in a world we'd leave behind.
If my cuts could bleed a tellful tale,
each word my own and true;
I'd write and write and bandage
up the rest for something new.
Each piece a better sell
and shall they ever crave for more?
I'd leave behind a list of stories
written 'til my hands were sore.
A shelf of freed soul and heart,
a book of hope and faith;
written in dream and color
aside the blank ink and ignored scaith.
My love for words will never fade
my passion shall keep growth;
I swear to write no matter what
and keep my writer's oath.
© All Rights Reserved
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