I write poetry just to feel free
I heart poetry just to exposed the hidden colors to my personality
I sit on trees to see life from a different height so I can write about reality
A deluded perspective not seen from ordinary lenses but words that the illiterate will tease
A hidden beauty exposed in rhymes, a sweet nectar unlike bees
Meaning less words that seem deep, words of love blown by the breeze
Into the heart of the reader, a beauty not found in the beholder
But lies that only seem true to the writer
Untrue tales sweetly composed and blended together
Adding emotion to what truly does not matter