we are poets or so we think, we write pictures with words and draw maps of our minds and our hearts so people can see inside, we laugh, we cry, we write, we live, we sleep, some of us drink or smoke or do drugs or all of the above, some have never felt the cold metal cot of county jail or heard the clang of the jail cell door closing, locking, keeping you in, some have stayed home locked in their house, warm, belly full, not drunk, not starved, but lonely all the same... we are all the same, we bleed red for all to read, just some of us say it differently.....
Reason for writing:
i always feel bad because i dont comment on everyones work...i have nothing but respect for those who can bear their hearts and souls for everyone to read..
Birth sign: Libra
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