And if they ask,
Why poetry?
Tell them its a secret street
With magical words
Where truth and lies
Can be professed
Tell them
Its where I find solace
Because no one
Understand me
Like pen and paper does
Tell them
Its where my demons
Are free and happy
And I can be myself too
Without fear of the world
Tell them
Its where there is peace
And truth
Even when covered
Tell them
Thats why poetry
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My Unknown Lover
PoetryWe break up just to make up, this won't be our first time it could be the second or our third time but its not the last time. You said some things I said some things too. I hurt your feelings and you hurt mine and I dont know what is worse. Even the...
