it's from you
that I derive my strength
to fumble through my bag
for a piece of paper and pen
looking at you
my heart's content unfold
and who else would understand it better
if not for my pen..and paper
that seem to understand my plight
just before I take my flight
to accost you with my shyness
but am not sure of the way
though am sure of one thing
you're the reason for my poetry
the reason as to why all of a sudden
I turn out to be a poet
©mercykiara
M