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IF POET IS WHO I AM
You once asked what I enjoy most in life
Watching my eyes sparkle like stars when
I told you about the poetry books that I
Hide under my bed, trying to publish one. You Smiled, pretenting to be interested in the
Ways my passion flows as if I didn't see the Disappointment deep in your gaze. But Darling, if poet is who I am then I need no Gold or silver, no empty promises or big Houses, only my pen and paper.
Growing a garden of words that'd
Soothed over centuries of pain
So to fulfill my lifelong dream.
© Madreia
Watching my eyes sparkle like stars when
I told you about the poetry books that I
Hide under my bed, trying to publish one. You Smiled, pretenting to be interested in the
Ways my passion flows as if I didn't see the Disappointment deep in your gaze. But Darling, if poet is who I am then I need no Gold or silver, no empty promises or big Houses, only my pen and paper.
Growing a garden of words that'd
Soothed over centuries of pain
So to fulfill my lifelong dream.
© Madreia
