Poet: ARS Poetica form

you say I am a poet I tell you I am nothing you say I craft words I tell you I build nothing you look confused imagine how I feel that with a mere smile the raise of an eyebrow you push the words right onto me that's right don't you see now I am your paper you are 1000 words waiting to be written 100 feelings waiting to be had I lay myself bare to you an empty page just awaiting the spill of your ink. ©SamHarty