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You were The Writer

Millions of feelings,
Thousands of words,
Hundreds of reasons,
One person,
One inspiration.


The flow of my pen on the paper
as smooth as silk,
the words roll down
as fluent as a native.
Straight from the heart,
Fresh and authentic.


Writing about you is my passion,
Everyday there's battle
between my diary and pen.
The more I write about you,
The more I know you.
Yes, words came out of me,
But you were the writer.



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  1. Nicely written. There's always something that inspires us to write: be it a person, a place, an incident, or a memory. And you've brought it out through your poem. :)

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She is the sunshine, I'm the sun. She is the thunder and I'm  the storm. She is the sea, I'm the shore, She is the poetry and I'm the metaphor. She is the king, I'm the throne, She is the muscles and I'm the bone. She is the shoe, I'm the laces, She is the deck and I'm the aces. She is the word, I'm the letter, She is the story and I'm the teller. She is the book, I'm the pages, She is the sentence and I'm the spaces.