Being a poet,
Is not something,
Something you turn off and on,
It is the melody of your heart song.
I got friends that say to me,
“I write poetry,”
But the problem is,
Their truth ain’t reality.
In trying to rhyme,
Their words all die,
**** them,
Let the real poets rage.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
