And that’s when I thought,
Maybe I’ll write a poem about me.
Maybe I’ll put a rhythm to the way I get excited about things I believe in,
Write words to describe my laugh when I’m shaking too hard to take a breath.
Maybe I’ll turn my smile to a rhyme and the beat of my lonely, strong heart to a meter,
Because at the end of the day I am a story
We are all stories waiting to be told and songs waiting to be sung
And the biggest hope in my chest is that people will hear my song and it’s melody will make them want to sing their own.
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