How I Came To Write Poem by Lola Romero
How I Came To Write
for me not quite the same
always wild, not so tame
no homies, no friends,
no one to call
no one to catch me
when i would constantly fall
but as time went on i learned to cope
i learned to keep moving
to never lose hope
thats when i met my good friend
in the form of a pen
and with inky words
i began to mend
all the frustration
i let it all go
and all the temptation
began to slowly show
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5/6/2024 10:07:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It is nice that you have found a friend with in a pen. You can go to so many places and do so many things. The universe is yours for the writing and you can have a lot of friends if need be. Good for you, now there is no need to be lonely any more