Not just some lines of words

not just a blank paper covered in stains of ink

But my deepest feelings

locked in every pore of skin

Those are my silent thoughts

melted on the page

were kept inside the mind, now free from the cage

My sorrows, my happiness, the pain dripping from my heart

the dry tears on my cheeks, now a form of art

The untold truths, the flow of emotions

I let the pen crawl and they made illusions

The forbidden dreams, the secrets of history

Those are the music of my heartstrings, those are my poetry.

~ Rith
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