poetry is written into my heart
there is no turning back now
this sacred, undefiled art
has taught me how to break all vows

the lake is clear now, it's quite smooth
the sun is shining and shadowed
my car (their car) is set on cruise
and my thoughts appear to be scattered

poetry is written desperately through my heart
on the walls of my soul, divine
guidance in each individual part
taking into account every line

my mom's hair is not a bit soft
this lake is far too smooth
don't look around you, you'll start feeling lost
and you won't even realize it when you lose

poetry is engraved into the veins of my heart
pumping through every time
poetry is entrenched in who I am
I can't escape these entangled vines

my father's phone is older than me
my time here has run over
I look around but I just wanna be free
and get myself a wild-eyed lover

poetry is more than my heart- it's my life,
it's entrapping me, I'm in its power
my arms and its legs are inseperably entwined,
and I've given it permission to have me for a bit more than an hour.