I write poetry of true life experiences some say
the imagination wanders and writes away
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I read something written by you
my words start to flow
with a strong current to
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dont get caught in the whirlpool or the eddy
as tide turns
i’ll drag you out to sea
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you soon sea your demise
and wish you handnt met me
I am as high as the mountains
and very watery
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while your above the surface
but you cant see beneath
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its cold dark and gloomy
no hope only despair
once your in and under your going nowhere
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life you once new
is memory up there
swallowed up by the sea
no witnesses there
is this a story or a play
