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A girl encouraged to make her own,
she ventures out to worlds unknown,
and like the child who learns to speak,
so she learns to write and tweak.

Once vile rages spat and strewn,
can now be placed and made attune,
so secret words were kept inside,
now taken on a different ride.

Yet eyes for which these words aren’t meant,
shall close their lids to her lament,
and shut the viewer off from sight,
no need to burn and cause a fight,

as inspiration for the other,
is found not in the partner’s lover,
and if they were and all for him,
one knows their nature would be grim.
©2009-2010 ~gabsrossetti
:icongabsrossetti:

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' Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you'

This poem found me, quite by accident. I'm not completely sure it makes sense. But it does make sense to me. I also think it reads as if it's not finished, but i've no more i wish to say so that's wehere it has to end.

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:iconmonkeysuitman:
"Yet eyes for which these words aren’t meant,
shall close their lids to her lament"

is my favourite line :D

well done gabsy, this is ace

--
"life is good"
:icondustypages:
"...she learns to write and tweak" hee hee

"as inspiration for the other,
is found not in the partner’s lover" the rythmn and rhyme here are beautifully satisfying :)


"Once vile rages spat and strewn,
can now be placed and made attune,
so secret words were kept inside,
now taken on a different ride." I like the truth in this.

I love you, you genius.

xXx

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