An unfamiliar poet… The words of an unfamiliar poet inside meI am writingI can be confused by another nightNow it is not sad or emptyWe spin off words from an empty heartI think I enter a warm duvetDifficulty of spinning poetryYour self-expression of languageI still can not have my own poemI want to spend my own wordsLike me to be likeI want to write a poem The poet ~ Now person ...
The words of an unfamiliar poet inside meI am writingI can be confused by another nightNow it is not sad or emptyWe spin off words from an empty heartI think I enter a warm duvetDifficulty of spinning poetryYour self-expression of languageI still can not have my own poemI want to spend my own wordsLike me to be likeI want to write a poem The poet ~ Now person ...
