I don't know why I write
But certainly i like it
The peace induced on the subconscious
By just overflowing word's
Clears my deepest thoughts
It just feels so great
I'd say it's another plane of excitement
A magical wonder at discovering self
And just how the subconscious
Picks nightmares for Dreams

A rose is just a wild flower
To someone, interest is critical
As even the most beautiful poem
Are just crafted word's
To someone
But earth with no art
Is just e_h.

If i were a poet
I'd have eternity
Chained to my pen
Glued to ink spills
I'd make gibberish words
look beautiful

I'd script a poem
That would make you fall in love
I'd pick roses for words
And Fit infinity in a paper

I'd script
A highly crypted poem
I too wouldn't decipher
It's message
Only if, i were a poet

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