The Poet Diaries
To scribble on paper
The things that I love
Is like asking vapor
To turn in to rub
It feels degrading
When put into words
To entertain one waiting
With nouns and verbs
This is my heart
My reason for breathing
The jump to my start
My rhythmic beating
But I do it still
Incase by chance
Another soul feels
A kindred romance
If a person can taste
And enjoy the scent
Digest the grace
Then I won't repent
My efforts prove fruitful
When evoking emotion
When noted as truthful
By an unknown friend
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2016
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