WORDS
 

The words I wrote are gone for now, but not forgotten

Embedded from within, my words came.

My feelings, thoughts, dreams, inspirations, and experiences they were.

Not just writing, but feeling each words meaning.

Sure, I may have forgotten a past thought.

But at the time, the words written were my world and thoughts completed.

I had enough common sense to save them.
Because I never know when my words of depth can inspire me again.

I write and speak from the heart, my word are pure, and mispelled.

Just like myself, imperfect, yet willing to give my heart and soul to open my thoughts to my words and myself.

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I like this, it's honest and from the heart and soul. Thanks!

Thankx you two above.
sometimes things just kind of come