A poet tell her stories,
But some of it are lies,
She's a liar of her words,
And all of those are her swords,
A poet wants you to trust her,
But never the write ups she made,
She's behind those metaphor,
Waiting for an open door,
A poet can be your friend,
She can support you on your trend,
But be with her when she says;
The wind blew the dandelion and the sun out of rays,
A poet is more than you think,
She might be blue but pink,
You'll never know what she is,
Until you know why she's doing this,
A poet is the moon at night,
She shines with her light,
Everyone look up to her,
But she always look down looking for an answer,
A poet live her life today,
Molding her days like a clay,
Trying to make it better,
By the help of her pen and paper,
A poet is beyond your expectation,
She received your admiration,
But she only wants your present,
In her life full of absence,
A poet write what's on her head,
She writes as the monster comes to her bed,
It will swallow her-so she made her walls,
Trying to escape the growing fear that calls,
Now can you tell me what she is?
Do you see what's with her behind the mist?
Is it yes?-no?
Well don't mind it-just go.
-CherryG.🍒
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