Its only when,
I find a scrap a paper,
And pick up a pen,
That I can express,
The way I really feel about the mess,
That I create,
When I meet a girl I think is my dream date,
Pay a bank fine two days too late,
Flutter between embracing love then hate…
There’s no need,
To read,
In between my lines,
Where the star of sinceriity brightly shines,
As I search for reasons why I was born a number 7 into a world fulla 9’s..
Im just a young man,
Called dan,
With a forever changing master plan,
Of where I wanna go,
Of who I wanna be,
Of the parts of life that I consider,
Most important to me…..
its only when
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Nice rhyme Animal, I liked the line about being born a 7 in a world full of nines. Reminds me of the jimi Hendrix song If 6 Was 9, which coincidentally is a kick ass song just like your poem!
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Use the Earth to sew...
Use the Water to grow...
Use your hands to pick...
Your fingers to pack...
Use the Fire to burn...
Use the Air to breathe...
AND TOKE THAT SH!T LIKE A MUTHA FUCKIN' CYCLONE!!!
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Use the Water to grow...
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Your fingers to pack...
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AND TOKE THAT SH!T LIKE A MUTHA FUCKIN' CYCLONE!!!
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