every poem I ever write
could be my last –
Dig into my past;
let it be known
that every picture
I ever painted
was never framed
but was rather a realm
of my life each moment
I composed a sonnet – :
I’ve written multiple suicidal notes
and love quotes;
The only pleasure I found
from my sorrows
was a pen
that bled from
unspoken emotions – :
I poured my heart out,
spoke my mind;
trying to reach out to my kind
and everyone else who was kind
enough to pay attention – :
Every poem I ever write
could be my last;
and every good Samaritan
comes to pass –
I came past great authors
from all walks of life;
and are still of existence;
I hope they achieve beyond
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