wondering if any of this writing works,
do you see my world,
do you hear my words,
do you ******* pain?
when you leave,
do you carry my thoughts,
do you sing like songbirds,
do you smile like the sun?
if you return,
do you feel satisfied,
do you stare at the art,
do you come back again?
poetry and the poet have a weird relationship.
poetry is like abstract art.
the poet wishes on a shooting star,
while an audience picks their words apart.