Poetry is bitter

but other times it’s sweet

It’s smothered in emotions

the kind that sweeps me off my feet

Poetry is open

honest at some point

But other times it’s reserved

dark and oblivious

Incoherent it is too

when words don’t unite

Such a shame they got lost

on the way to my heart

Poetry is a man

I have read a few

I can sense if it’s made of lie

or meant just to make me blue

But you

You’re a smiling poetry

and I am lured

I can read on forever

not pausing at a comma

not stopping at a period.


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