*SO the poetry contest I was in went down or something and so I have a poem that I made for it left over so here I guess
EXTRA POEM*
Poetry brings out the true emotions,
Of anyone who tries to attempt it.
The grace and love that come with devotion,
Can only be through the repulse to quit.
When you attempt to find peace in this world,
And nobody knows where you will go to.
Poetry brings out the ideas that swirled.
The thoughts that bottle in the mind of you.
It is a release of all inside thoughts.
No matter how much it could be for naught.
YOU ARE READING
The Few (Random Poetry)
PoetryPoetry from my screen Poetry to your screen Poetry from me Poetry to you I got bored And wrote The Few
