The Poet
I love calling myself a poet.
Having that sense of vulnerability,
A soft interior,
With a heart of stone,
Tears of gold,
Words that heal wounds,
And thoughts that go for days.
I love being a poet.
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I second this!
I love this part ‘Words that heal wounds,’
And I third it!
Well, then I guess I fourth it! Love “thoughts that go for days.” Lovely, poet!
This is very nice! I especially like the line “Tears of gold.”