My Words
Writing is but a window to my soul
Clear and visible for all to behold
A peek into who I am inside
With these words I do not hide
Baring all for the world to see
these words they set me free
Give a voice for what runs through my head
With out a word from my lips said
Fingers my instrument to play the keyboard
Some of them seem to cut like a sword
Yet some them tender like a warm blanket still
A warmth to my heart they do fill
These word are me with a doubt
These words are what I’m all about
© Chris Chonos
Words Flow 
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