Poetry In the Veins
If I could I would inhale poetry
Stick a needle in my arm to reach a deeper high
A high that only poetry can bring
Especially the finish product
My hell consists of writer's block
Being force to put down the pen and the pad forever
That would be never
I have poetry in the veins
it flows through my blood
goes straight to my heart
Than I take it to the head
A passion that I will love to take to bed
I want to completely undress
And engulf myself
In it's mere essence
So pure
So true
Always completely faithful
I love myself some poetry
I could never quit this addiction
I'm sorry
Why don't you help me out
Let me Serenade you
Get friendly with my friend poetry
See a side of me U never knew
A side only the pen and paper know
Cause I got poetry in my viens
Wanna shoot up with me?
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