The heart of a poet
Is a difficult one to understand
Complex in nature
And a challenge to read
With convictions and thoughts
That run deeper than you think
Don't mistake my empathy for weakness
Or my smile for innocence
To speculate is not to know
My eyes are windows
To the beautiful madness
That is my soul
I see things for more than just what they are
But for what they could be
Finding the meaning in everything
You may think I'm too sentimental
Or in tune with my emotions
But that doesn't bother me
Why stay on the surface
When their are such depths as the Ocean
So stand my fellow poets
And raise up your pens
And lets show this world what were made of
One word at a time
This art to never end
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
The heart of a poet
Is a difficult one to understand
Complex in nature
And a challenge to read
With convictions and thoughts
That run deeper than you think
Don't mistake my empathy for weakness
Or my smile for innocence
To speculate is not to know
My eyes are windows
To the beautiful madness
That is my soul
I see things for more than just what they are
But for what they could be
Finding the meaning in everything
You may think I'm too sentimental
Or in tune with my emotions
But that doesn't bother me
Why stay on the surface
When their are such depths as the Ocean
So stand my fellow poets
And raise up your pens
And lets show this world what were made of
One word at a time
This art to never end