Freestyle poetry #83

I’m a poet with no style, I’ll sit here for a while with smile on my face, stuck in this place.

Enjoying the fresh air without a care, don’t scoff, you wouldn’t dare say a word because you couldn’t afford these rhymes that flow from out of my mind all the time.

A lyrical wordsmith as I shift into a different person without a name, after poetry, life wasnt the same but that’s the game.

Not to brag but my words are out of sight, my head in the clouds, I take a flight so I might fly away to another day, my mind is spent and I got nothing else to say. Peace. 

Poem by David Aguilera

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