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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