I now know why
all poets cry
and they write poetry
just to get by
because tears
spawn from fears
when you're stuck in the headlights
like an innocent, caged deer
stuck on the road
with no place to go
tell me
what all do you know?
Do you know why I cry?
So often, late at night?
Do you know that you're the cause
sometimes?
Understand that all poets are not the same
because although we play the same game
we don't write each word like the rest
we have our own name
so I now know why things don't always go to plan
why I've always tried not to give a damn
and why my poetry is almost always depressing
because I'm so fucking sad.
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PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1