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Keeper of my Soul
Every single page is blank,
Every line so fresh.
More promising than old and dank;
Eager for my secrets.
Soft modest blue, so dull and dark,
Lips sealed, it won't recount
The words with which I made my mark
On paper that listens.
If my inspiration betrays,
Comfort it will supply.
Even on my darkest of days,
Into it's clutches I sink.
When people plug their ears and sneer,
When I am soon to fall,
My new journal will hold me dear,
The best friend of them all.
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Hi SAVANNAH, nice meeting and having you for a friend on postpoems.
Welcome to the site. I have just read your poem and enjoyed it very much.
Impressive writing. Keep up the great verses Look forward to reading more,
Your friend in verse, heather
Good poem!
I enjoyed all of your poems and look forward to reading more! Keep writing!