There's something about the stars at night,that makes me want to write.Again my body meets my spirit, when I graspthe pen in earnest.In shadows of the trees, rhymes I kissed.Words are blood, blank paper the sand,this pen is my sword, shakes not in my ha… | By Smith Shine Poetry on 19th August 2024 | There's something about the stars at night, that makes me want to write.
Again my body meets my spirit, when I grasp the pen in earnest. In shadows of the trees, rhymes I kissed.
Words are blood, blank paper the sand, this pen is my sword, shakes not in my hand.
Gripping my philosophy of good and evil. Aloof. Love conquers pain, written is the truth.
If Van Gogh painted sunlight, let me write between the lines. Pride is attractive but comes with a fine.
I believed in hell before heaven, and very soon so will you. There stood the ballot box and over went, you.
In a call for brave men know the importance of choice. The king killed the jester and the peoples voice.
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