Life of a poetry


Poetry need experience
Like a camera with a lens
You can zoom in or out
But you will never knew what its all about.

People judge poetry
Like all things in geometry
It will make your head turn
But it will make your heart burn.

Today poetry is my life
without it I can take a knife
Stub it in front of my chest
and always think that I did not do my best.

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