I sigh,
maybe a poem to clear my head,
for all the thoughts soon mislead,
I think,
maybe i should write about yesterday,
or even tomorrow or another day,
Hold on,
Hold on,
What is poetry without love,
tragedy,
anger,
hope?
Im no storyteller,
my words only hang and dance-
to their own tune
besides my thoughts of romance-
I believe,
maybe poetry is alive,
for it shall reach and strive.