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