Petty Adictions

Poetry

A friend of mine said she hates poetry,
That she can’t even read it,
Hearing that amazed me,
Marking her as hypocrite,
Telling her she’ll find the right poet,
Hoping she’ll see something new,
Ignoring the hint,
The perfect poem hides inside of you.

The way your smile makes divots in your cheek,
Or how you tuck your hair behind your ear,
When your voice sings when you speak,
Making every word bliss to hear,
How can someone with rhyming eyes,
Not love the stanzas in their heart,
And listen to the lies,
About their life not being art