A Poem That Doesn't Cry
he
saw me
covered under the words
from my crown down to my feet
he
saw me
under the laughter
after the stage lights had gone dim
it was him
that used my poetry to discover me
the possibility
that there just may be some thing more
than the metaphors
and broken words
of poems crying
from a heart too open
he saw me
the insecurities that made me different
and i don't know
just maybe he wanted to see
a beautiful poem come out of me
a poem that doesn't cry
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