Originality?A Poem by MichelleWhich thoughts do you come up with completely by yourself, under no influence of anything in your life? None- it is inspiration.
Taking Leaves
and Talking birds Annabelle and Islands Whispers not heard Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay, While My Guitar Gently Weeps The only thing left in front I prayed my heart you'd keep Fragments That don't belong to me But what else is poetry? Then what are you? But parts of what you've seen Like stained glass Pieces molded to create a sheen Fireworks will shine, Nevermore Mistreated, Misplaced, Misunderstood Sunkist cheeks and the long blonde hair Love Never Did Run Smooth, though it could Behind Blue Eyes He's Collecting His Jar Of Hearts To Lay Me Down On A Bed Of Roses Ready to just tear me apart Originality- not solely meaning new Candy Wrapper bags are my poetry That which can't belong to me
© 2011 MichelleAuthor's Note
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