The Man (A sad point of view.)
I can't believe he has to be a poet.
To tell you how he feels.
Maybe he does not know it.
Words written in paper don't really heal.
Do not tell her you are sorry.
When your apology is not real.
To be or not to be?
That is the question you should really ask.
The man should never call him self a poet.
Unless he has lived, learn, lost, and gained it all back.
The man who writes good poetry.
In my eyes is a man of art.
He can paint you anything without a paint brush.
This is the man I call no poet, with a colorful heart.
Using all his manly skills.
He is way ahead of the ordinary man.
Leaving the imagination, fooling the soul with chills
He is like the woman who leaves you all aroused.
The woman (A sad point of view.)
While the woman swims in her own drown.
She finds her self helpless to suffering words.
Without a man she thinks she is lost, no where to be found.
The secret of the female is,
when she is heart broken.
She thinks life is over .
Little at the time she knows.
Once a woman falls.
She gets right back up to be a lady.
When the time calls.
The lady is stronger than ever.
One thing I learned about a lady .
You better respect her.
You better not destroy her better days.
She will crumble you up for sure.
If the lady says she is a poet .
Than a poet is she..
I will never insult a lady,
she will crush you where it hurts .
A real lady knows how to control her man.
A lady knows how to keep her emotional words real.
But the woman needs to grow .
Stop trying to be something shes not.
In time she will know.
To give it her best shot.
I will phrase myself and say.
"Woman always come and go."
A poet she can act and play.
With fake words that have no flow.
This is my demo to you poetry freaks.
Keep it real.
When words from your heart want to speak.