This Poet's Heart

The heart of a poet

Sees the world differently

All the connections

And broken pieces

It all feels so damned....much!

So, I'm not trying to invade your privacy

But I can see

Things you don't even realize you've revealed

And when I do

I've seen you, for real

And then, I just want to make it OK for you

Most of the time I know I can't

So, I write about it

Because this poet's heart

Can see things

That the world doesn't realize it's shown

And the words

They're a place to put it

So it doesn't rip me to pieces

When I can't make it right

Just wanted to tell you

How it works