An unfamiliar poet…

The words of an unfamiliar poet inside me

I am writing

I can be confused by another night

Now it is not sad or empty

We spin off words from an empty heart

I think I enter a warm duvet

Difficulty of spinning poetry

Your self-expression of language

I still can not have my own poem

I want to spend my own words

Like me to be like

I want to write a poem

            The poet ~ Now person ...