Does poetry really matter
Said to be as beautiful as a lover
When to be said, words needeth of ryhme
If not then would sound like a passionless crime

A jumble of words not understood
Nor not feeling like a maze ended with bountiful goods
Why does others seem so deeply ingraved
Like stars in the sky so far incaved

None might ever read my writes
Then deeply feel what I enticed
The wonders and love I've written in passion
So deeply will engrave their minds with confusion

Curse being of alive
that I might never find
Another of me
That'll understand my unpleasantries

But I am grateful to live
To writ and be written
To not understand myself
But find it just as all write yourself

© Ovalie