Poetry, you follow my tracks
You collect my tears; joy or pain, under these rocks
You kept me, covered me, and hid me
You are the only thing that can read me
You absorbed my pains
Even in the middle of the rain
You took me out from this vertex
Saved me from life's hex
I wrote this poem for my activity in English about "Poems" and I'm not really good at this so pardon me if I sounded corney. :D
