Me… There are days when I can not see wordsWhat you can not do is uselessBut I wish I am a poetI want to be a lifelong person who thinks poetryI'm clumsy about poetry that might be poorI love youPeople are really scary, but really like peopleHow much people love my poetryIs it there?Is there anyone shedding tearsWhether true poetry will reach people's heartI also paint a picture for the same thingI do not want you to hate me I want you to like meLike dandelion flowers blooming in the fieldI want to be a small flower that I can see The poet ~ Now person ...
There are days when I can not see wordsWhat you can not do is uselessBut I wish I am a poetI want to be a lifelong person who thinks poetryI'm clumsy about poetry that might be poorI love youPeople are really scary, but really like peopleHow much people love my poetryIs it there?Is there anyone shedding tearsWhether true poetry will reach people's heartI also paint a picture for the same thingI do not want you to hate me I want you to like meLike dandelion flowers blooming in the fieldI want to be a small flower that I can see The poet ~ Now person ...