A poet's hand
Written by -R-
I'm a poet, I bleed for poetry.
I wonder, what does it feel to be the poem?
Elegant postures, beautiful clothes
A poem written just for you.
But, no.
I'm a poet, my hand's bleeding.
All I can do is be mesmerized by the beauty of the muse.
As I write them poetry.
What does it feel to be given such magnificent words, that's written from the bottom of a poet's heart?
I couldn't feel those things.
A poet's hand only bleeds.
They never shine, and so are their feet.
No wonder muses are beautiful
Because poetry makes them more pocketful of prettiness.
