These Are More Than Just Words

Please don't think when I write I have anything on my mind except my heart and soul,

I hold this pen and I'm so free,

I can be anything I want to be,

I can see straight to heaven,

I tell personal thoughts,

I show you the real me,

I never hold back,

I put it all out there for all to see,

God holds my hand,

I stand like a man sometimes,

And I fall like a child,

It's wild,

I have ups and downs,

I smile and I frown,

I reach the sky,

And I hit the ground,

But I'm real with it,

Because it's straight talk,

Not money and fame but war,

The Lord knows my heart and he also knows THESE ARE MORE THAN JUST WORDS.


 This poem is about my love for poetry and why I write it. I want to be heard and tell my story. I also want to be private. Poetry gives me a way to speak my mind in a creative way.

Even though my poetry is not the best thing you ever read its my art. I feel like a painter when I write, it's not just words its art.

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