Another Day, Another Rejection

As she slowly opens her mouth, words form, and out come lacquered truths Desperately wanting to preside intelligence, desiring a greater fulfillment by bringing picturesque lyrics, all in poetical form A sad hobby, is the one that collects no crowd and diverts attention of preoccupied professors declaring war on her carefully crafted thoughts The trouble with being a poet is the perpetual search for validation, and never receiving any.