Poetry is pain
And what a poet I am
No love in my life
So a pen is in my hand.
Scribbling out life's misery
In paradoxical romantic prose
Grappling so many thorns
Never to smell a rose.
So sweet are the rhymes
So bitter is their source.
So smooth is the rhythm
So jagged is its course.
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Paige Brimer
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