Shade or Taste
To you it’s a matter of shade
or sometimes an issue of taste.
To me it is mostly a state of mind
running through my blood before my pen.
Do I care about what you see
or what you might hear?
Do I stop to look at you
or take a moment to reply?
Your eyes are my yard,
your heart is my card!
With a jot of a pen-
I will tear your world!
You may love me
feel free to bate me
but wait for me
to look at you maybe!
Poetry is my language
my safe haven, my luggage!
How can you engage
in matters within my ribcage?
Hop aboard my carousel
and I will teach you how to dwell.
Don’t expect to do well
just pick up your quill!
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