So this one is for the poets
The hopeless romantics
The courageous speakers
The sensitive feelers
Who would have thought
That a bunch of melodious words
Arranged in a magical pattern
Would bring joy to this world
Who would have thought
That a couple of rhyming words
When paired in the right way
Would fill this empty fjord
Maybe poetry isn’t about thinking
Maybe it’s about expressing
Expressing love or even hate
Or when you can’t think straight
So grab a paper and a pen
And write your heart out
Maybe you are a poet
And you just don’t know it.