the poet behind the poem

The poet behind the poem.


It's not easy giving birth to a smile, when your hold back tears all the while.
That's a throw away line.
I'm not one to prrtend or play the game.
It's only a shell I let people see and a name my mother gave to me.
Throw away line number two.
My neighbours don't even know my name.
Though my mind is strong, my will is weak, so about my thought I do not speak.
That's number three.
My minds a mess and I speak it all the time,
But I often spend a little time to writing about deep thoughts of mine.
Ok you know that's number four.
I'm a day dreamer who writes in rhyme.


It's not easy giving birth to a smile, when your hold back tears all the while.
It's only a shell I let people see and a name my mother gave to me.
Though my mind is strong, my will is weak, so about my thought I do not speak
But I often spend a little time writing about deep thoughts of mine


I'm not one to pretend or play the game,
My neighbours don't even know my name,
My minds a mess and I speak it all the time,
I'm a day dreamer who writes in rhyme.