i am poetic compulsion
i see inside what others deem closed
i hear tears drip behind smiles
i touch gladly what most see opposed
i say truth if it uplifts or defiles
i am poetic compulsion
i cry for things most haven't seen
i laugh so I'll seek one more scheme
i worry it’s on air that you lean
i dream of the perfect life's theme
i am poetic compulsion
i pretend it's a cynical world
i wonder… i wonder… i wonder… why?
i want love's flag flying unfurled,
i believe that it could if we try
i feel thoughts erupting- soul's propulsion!
i am poetic compulsion
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