These words are not allowed
To be said out loud,
For that's how cheesy I am
About you...
And these words stand on a log
Oh what a slippery slope love is!
I cry out loud
Because I can,
No one will believe my story
Because the roses aren't in glory
And the pages fly off the shelves
Because books really do exist...
And roses take their sweet time blooming
For I am a poet of rage
Do you see the question mark on my forehead?
For it is black and uncertain
And it is written in obscurity,
How dare the flashing lights take control!
And the sun is a poet
And the cloud is a lover,
I want to be your friend...
For what poet is a poet of rhyme?
For I deem you sublime
Oh darling, do you want a lemon or a lime?
For poetry is a mystery
In fresh fruit...
For I am a romantic lover!
Do you want me to discover
The missing prose?
And I know this poem doesn't make sense
Yet it comes from my heart anyway...
For I am the poet
And I am the prose
Oh darling, do you suppose?
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 12th, 2024 00:34
- Category: Unclassified
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