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.