passions
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When one loves something
They often don't know
Its a funny story
That in fact I do but don't
My love for poetry
Started just like that
From the moment I could read and write
Some call it love
while some say it's passion.
For some it's a hobby,
no more than a pastime,
but to me it is neither,
not a love nor a passion.
To me it is more,
it's a way to live life.
I am Lucas.
Yet people insist that I am someone named "Hannah",
Someone that is no longer me.
I am male.
Yet people insist that I am female
Dawn is upon us
The blue sky, the beautiful roses
Let us be appreciative
Of these gifts through our choices.
I am a dream
A picture formed on the mind
I am a vision
Is what I think of all the time
But what does it all mean?
Spic spac rickety rack
you're the talent, I the act
aim to please but crowds of one
good for the soul, our makings of fun
You burn so bright day after day
I'm the doer of deeds, of passions so gay
