Kinda a sad poem which i don't really like writing but this is what came out Enjoy! |
I am not a poet, I have not experienced love, or completely engulfing sadness, nor can I see the everlasting glory of nature I am not a poet, The red hot flames of passion, is something I have yet to encounter or the experience of dancing butterflies as the one you adore brushes up against you. I do not have the right to speak of these things I am not a poet I have yet to choke on the black and complete despair of losing someone valuable to yourself or the loss of ones self I have no right to speak of this either I am not a poet I cannot see with these tired eyes, the beauty of a fresh sheet of snow, glittering in the moon light as if the sky had dropped diamonds and not crystallized water, nor the power the river cutting under me slicing through and pushing through even the biggest mountains, I am not worthy to tell these amazing tales of nature I am not a poet Even though the sun shines, people love, people cry, and God's wonderful creations are all around us with these eyes and my frozen heart, I am numb to them I am not a poet |