You know you’re a poet
When something has just begun
You’re already writing about the end
Something you could never define
But you scrutinize every detail
Read between every line
You know you’re a poet
When you are satisfied with the pain
You know you’re pen has something to gain
An over analytical mind
Smothering hatred
Because you are gentle and kind
You know you’re a poet
When you pick up the pen
Instinct takes over, as you begin
You know you’re a poet
When. What more can I say?
Without sounding cliché
You know you’re poet
Well… you just know it
© copyright sbarlow 2012
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effective and one i can relate to also.
Thanks for reading 🙂
It’s nice to know your pen’s not as modest as you =P Great Read! =)
*oops, the above comment was for your piece “My Pen”, but I’m sure as a poet you’re able to read between the lines =) This one’s just as great =)
hehe 😛 my pen’s poetic ego is growing by the day with this blog 🙂 thanks for reading xxx