on this February evening
as the clouds prepare to rain
I fill pockets full of reasons
I won’t risk the storm again
with a deeper understanding
than my foolish heart might show
I still walk the streets of sorrow
where the wounded lovers go

there’s not many things I long for
I’m content with smaller things
like the gentle touch of autumn
and the wonder that it brings
I am all about creation
and for making something good
and I’m sorry for the times
that this has been misunderstood

I believe in introspection
finding out who lives within
standing strong on your convictions
lose the selfish need to win
I am spirit, I am being
I’m a poet, through and through
In the solitary moments
what does living mean to you ?

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