The Poet
Be careful with your words, darling
For you see, I like to write poetry...
The words you use to hurt me only
Adds to my mystique
Everyone will know how you made me feel
Pages filled with envy, resentment, and melancholie
Filled to the brim with the words and feelings of my every thought and memory
That's where your words hurt
Frozen in ink never to do so again
For you see, I write poetry
So be careful what you say to me because your words might be featured in my next piece of poetry
© - d.b.
For you see, I like to write poetry...
The words you use to hurt me only
Adds to my mystique
Everyone will know how you made me feel
Pages filled with envy, resentment, and melancholie
Filled to the brim with the words and feelings of my every thought and memory
That's where your words hurt
Frozen in ink never to do so again
For you see, I write poetry
So be careful what you say to me because your words might be featured in my next piece of poetry
© - d.b.