A Poet - Poem by hannah hatfield
I am to insecure to be a poet,
but for you I will try.
I will try to write about
how the moon looks so delightful in the sky,
I will write how I feel about you today
even though it isnt how I felt yesterday,
because how can I write in just one voice
when the voice changes so much.
I am to unpoetic to be a poet,
my mind does not work in that way,
I dont want to write about
flowers blossoming on the most perfect day
or the wind dancing through the trees
I think of the world in a simpler way,
Its alot easier to do.
And it gives me more time to think,
think about how things work
like a car.
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