by Augusta Billings

Created on: September 19, 2009

I am a creative poet,

I wonder why the world is so cruel,

I hear all my dreams being destroyed,

I see my hope dissolving,

I want to lie in the arms of my sweet love,

I am a creative poet.

I pretend I can make a difference,

I feel hatred is really love, just the opposite extreme,

I touch the dreams that once were,

I worry for the health of my loved ones,

I cry when I think of my last love,

I am a creative poet.

I understand life is tough,

I say things will get better,

I dream of the day he will love me,

I try to make something of myself,

I hope luck will be on my side during life,

I am a creative poet.

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