I am not a poet, I write a collection of words
A myriad of feeling confined in some prose
throughout my days, my thoughts I discern
whilst trying to express feeling in beautiful verbs
I am not a poet, I write my thoughts untold
Inferring to you, maybe, a love that I hold
where my falling heart sings a perfect melody
and my soul, with them, has become so free
I am not a poet, I write for myself to overstand
my situations, my heart, my mind it expands
there's many moments in where I feel unclear
but behind my pen, I know I have nothing to fear
I am not a poet, I write this for you to know
that I care for you, even when its hard to show
so hiding behind my prose, thinking what the hell
I love you, it's true, for you, my beating heart fell
x
25.07.2008
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
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