The long, the short
The grammar errors and mistakes
The unrhyming verses
And long pages of pure love.
Everything around me has changed
For better or worse I'm no longer attached
I admitted it and I'll say it again
My canvas is set and will not be changed,
My poems remain the same
Un-poem like. But devoted.
I write day and night
For the pleasure of being thrilled.
Of all those who began with me
Only I remain persistent and consistent
They've all moved on
But just, to this one thing I remain attached.
My canvas is set, and shall not be moved
But that doesn't mean, I can't paint
At the same time
Pictures, two.
I will go on, with a new painting
And a new mindset
And I will prove that I am worthy.
Of everything I've earned.
So don't ask what I plan to be
Instead ask what I plan to do
For I have stories and books that yearn to be read
And a vocabulary so extense I look manic
My voice is stern, and struck in habit.
I shift continously and constantly
But I remain the same girl.
I remain the same that loved stupidly.
I remain the same that is beggining to love
I remain the same that in between verses is not coherent
The one that forgets what she was saying.
I remain the one with the ongoing stand.
Poems need not to rhyme, but to be felt.
I remain the one in silly applications and websites.
I remain the girl who keeps using her time to write.
I remain weird, odd and just essentially ethically wrong.
I remain myself.
I remain a writer.
An abstract one, at that.
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