You make it easy for me
to write about love and beauty,
The sound of your laughter
makes for a lovely melody,
The words you gently whisper
charge this hapless poetry,
Don't argue for a second,
You owe this to me,
In the dead of the night
I'll softly, I'll surely
let your love drift into eternity
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Confessions of a Tired Poet
PoetryWhat kind of poem would you write if you stopped caring about everybody else? Confessions of a Tired Poet is a collection of short poems that gives you a backstage pass to the life of a poet who's sick and tired of his life. This is the front seat t...
