My poems they say
the tears I need;
no promise to try
the fears I heed;
but duty I'd die
to cure my greed;
of writing the lies
my soul did keep;
to worthy the highs
and lows I bleed;
to bury the smiles
I faked indeed;
so needless do I
shed down my tears;
and water my dried
lost land and seed;
but rather define
their hurts and weak;
they're strongest in fire
than comfort breeze;
have courage to write
be frail but freed;
for poems require
your truth not breed.
