The Forging of a Writer

Each time I involve myself with you,

I seem to become a little better,

At what I do,

First involvement,

I became a writer,

Second involvement,

I became a poet,

I was once told writers are born,

Not made,

But since all this,

I believe that a writer is foraged,

Of a broken heart,

Thank you for breaking mine,

Now it has found it true love.

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