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Pick up the pencil
A need to be
Knowing her one talent is being stolen
Unique in a fleeting way
Careless cruel of others to take this
Confidence dwindling
Words to cruel echoing in her head
Never good enough they have to take it
Drawer, desginer, musican, dancer
Their talents no longer enough
They want the poets now
Closing in making her write more and more
Furious at every new poem she writes
Pained eyes as she reads their attempts
Selfish, horrid pride when their best is worse than her worst
But trying trying they go never giving up
Cruel intentions all around
Words no longer good enough
Take whats hidden under it all
The poet take it now
Steal it before its threat comes out
Bound by talents the talentless one
True talent haunts to most
Words to stop its mystic power
Spinning the future in its words
- Title: Words
- Artist: Sinsis13
- Description: people moving into sacred territory
- Date: 12/05/2009
- Tags: words
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