I Speak Poetry

she says i speak poetry and its true knowing me i must have flowed for you look to my eyes , a full soul in view words all the moments your love would do spare hearts for those caught in thought the difficult twist that rips and knots the lines i gave, a brave, soft spot when the queen of my hearts fell from the top forgive but yet i shall never forget faith in no faith, but its best if i slept rather dream than see worst outcomes at best create a new love for some hearts Ive kept i dont know why I must speak as such a rough young man, can eat nails for lunch scars and bone, dress shoes covered in dust when stripped of my past, i whimper at a touch