A poem is a melody of simple words.
You win some; you lose some but
write on, ‘til you reach that finish line. 

It is never a mistake to just write.
A poem of melodies, simple words.
You win some; you lose some but

Express your mind in writing.
Allow words to touch a souls.
It is memories from oldest to newest,
From deep within, I'm winning some.
Maybe I’m losing some too.

While lying in bed, I think 
What do I really want you to feel?
Plotting the path, I’m thinking, planning
I’m writing, only to write again,
Rethinking only, to rewrite again.

Something has to births itself.
It will come out of me.
These witty words born within.
Some come easy, some come hard,
They are birth in pain.
Like childbirth coming strained.

I give this part of me to you.
Will you have, hold and embrace?
They float; these words I write,
They are floating like air pillows
Floating on a sea of changing paths.

A crescendo riding the big one.
Enduring the highest tides
Floating on the lowest ebb.
In a gentle flow the words
Travel far to touch someone.

To reach that special door.
It's you of whom this is written.
It's over, it's written, the end.
You win some, you lose some
But once written, you can
never take words back.



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