Arrogance of the Poetry

The poem always kisses on my lips,
Sometimes it wakes me up from my bed.
It doesn't let me sleep,
It wants to talk with me.
The poem always kisses on my lips,
Sometimes it hits on my chest 
It doesn't let me sleep,
It wants to talk with me.
The poem always kisses on my lips,
Sometimes it forces me to write something.
It doesn't let me sleep,
It wants to talk with me.
The poem always kisses on my lips,
Sometimes it tries to tear my shirt
It doesn't let me sleep.
It wants to talk with me.
The poem always kisses on my lips 
Sometimes it forces me to go out side.
It doesn't let me sleep,
It wants to talk with me.
The poem always kisses on my lips,
Sometimes it shows me its naked body,
It doesn't let me sleep.
It wants to talk with me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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