I’m writing poems
In my book of poetry
Am I a poet?
My hands are inked
My book isn’t covered
But my poems are coloured
With rainbows colours
There are many poem
With different titles
Like “Death,I STILL REMEMBER ,YOU CAN’T CHANGE ME, I HAVE FLAWS”.
It’s a book filled with emotions
I’m speaking about my sorrows
I’ve seen stories in my dreams
Must I write them?
Some are unreleased
In a book of poetry
One day I’ll have my own book
of collection of poems
One day I’ll have my own story
Trust me I’ll craft my art