My inner poet has wispy hair
And has a whisper as a voice.
My inner poet finds all my
ideas but I mostly find
them somewhere somehow.
My inner poet likes the
music of silence, and no one
disturbing that silence. My inner
poet likes white starting with
a clean slate making it hard
for me to find what she
is thinking of. She has never
told my deepest secrets she
can keep everything but somehow
it does come out of me.
My inner poet wants happiness
for me and she wants me to
tell people my troubles on my
own. My inner poet is young
poet but yet a old poet
to she changes every day.
My inner poet knows all
things I don't and she keeps
me thinking until I remember them too.