Back With A Free Will
It's been a while
Since I talked to you for a while
In a silent tone, only eyes understand
Neatly displayed in a single verse
Words flowing top to bottom and in reverse
This poem is made of one verse
It blows like the wind around this universe
Filled with oxygen enriching humans lives
Get to plants giving them a breath of life
Come out fresh and do it again forever.
The poem I am about to write will be Fire
Burning hot like first-time lovers desire
This poem is that missive to the girl of his dreams
Filled with fantasies and sweeter dreams
Mission To bring people together | unite them in love
This poem shall be the beginning of our time
The poem will always be read last
In a style known only to Thelastpoet
Penned with zeal clinging tightly to the pen
A new way of writing, the only way indeed
Always summarizing a happy ending
I am at the point where my thoughts wander free
This poem, just like a will, is cut short by the lack of ink ('air')
Leaving the readers in 'awe' and my spirit at peace ('dead')
In this poem, I leave everything I have ever known ('owned')
In the end, they will write... Author Unknown ('RIP')
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