The universe,
Crawls its way,
Down my fingertips,
And wraps itself,
Around my hands,
It seems quite as if,
The world is in the palm of my hands.
Choices lie beside me,
Journeys lay ahead,
On paths with varying treads,
And I can only go where I belong,
Make the choices meant for me,
Change the world,
As my hands grow larger.
It fits between the wrinkles of my skin,
And I can only be me,
But I was made for greater things,
I change, and the world goes with me,
I change the world,
Because I held the key,
The world is in the palm of my hands.
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My Poetry
PoetryI try to arrange my poetry from my better stuff to my suckier stuff but sometimes I get lazy so probably not all of them are arranged properly. A lot of these are poetry assignments to write a bunch of different types or forms of poetry or do someth...
