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Only A Poet
Letters make up words
Words make up lines
Phrases from the heart
But who am I to call them mine?
For I am only a poet
Writing of her lost dreams
But isn't that what everyone else is doing
To set their souls free
A young girl
Mixed up in a tragic world
Does this sound familiar?
Do these lines ever get old?
Written on every poet's page
Words like love, smiles, and tears
Unoriginal
Through the world's ears
Who am I to say I am great?
Because of the way I string words together on a page?
There are millions of hopefuls
Holding onto their dreams
Conforming to society it seems
But I am only a poet
Who am I to judge?
