What Sort Of Thing Is Poetry?
I make them read between the lines to see what I'm really about.
I have them glued to the seat, reading everything I wrote.
Seducing them to the paper to understand my emotions.
Punctuation marks so they know what i'm feeling.
Oh, how i tell them over and over who i am,
Comparing myself to unreal things so they can understand.
Tell the difference from me and real life,
I can be sad at times,
Other times i'm happy and polite.
My language is out of this world.
When i pause I'm making you want more.
I'm every where, you just don't recognize me.
You use me when you need me, oh how you confide in me.
I'm soothing and relaxing, rhyming and attractive.
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