Poets, poets they mess with me,
spilling their emotions and ramblings.
Expressing their habits,
unearthing thoughts,
exposing our hearts,
shuttering, we’re caught!
Poets, poets, imagining things,
filling our minds with such musings.
Telling us this,
revealing that,
making us think,
believing as fact.
Poets, poets!
I have a secret to share, it’s very true,
You should never let a poet lie to you.
Hello my lovely Angel,
I have to agree some poets confuse me too!
Love you so much.
Lees. xxx 🙂
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