You say I&#39;m poetry,
Too weaved, too complex at time you get confused.
But what if I&#39;m just an object of emotional overflow, you realize?&nbsp;&nbsp;
A dry leaf flooded away anytime?
Am worried without hesitation you&#39;d leave me behind,
And give my life a shatter nothing can repair.

And you believe I&#39;m exotic,
Unique, bold, one fine heart worth a hold,
How if I train to be so all the time, you learn?
Dive extra miles eyes on the prize I&#39;ll get?
Fill pockets yo kind of surprises so the ambition won&#39;t dent?
I fear I&#39;d remain what you won&#39;t carry around,
And give my soul a rip I can never mend.