My canvas is the only one listening
Words tend to flow like tears
And it has been like this for years
Only my writing notices my mood
Whether happy, mad, or giving attitude
My words will always love me
No matter how neglecting I can be
My words are happy to perform
On the page, dancing up a storm
My words calm me down
Especially at the times I happen to frown
I should follow my dream of becoming a writer
A lover for literature, instead of a fighter
I love my words when they obey
Only then do they last forever this way
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