I wrote this back when I was a teen. Over a girl I met one summer.
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Writing a Poem
I want to write
I want to say
The words that never
Come to mind
It’s all a blank
Ans all is dull
When looking at the
Empty Page
.
I seem to bite
Another way
The things that ever
Miss my kind
I have to yank
And give a pull
When getting word the
Plenty wage
.
I see the love
Of the people
And try to say the
Thing they do
But I never
Can in saying
Put the word I want
To relate
.
Flying above
The old Steeple
I want to make the
Best of you
All together
I am playing
With the empty want
Of my plate
.
I want to write
I want to say
The things that I can
See in you
I have no sight
To all the way
For the things we can
See and do
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