By frontman_ph
Date: 4 May 1999

I Don't Want To Be a Poet

you broke my heart
wounded my soul
turned me into a poet

long, lonely nights
as cold as you
perfect times to write

blood of my heart
red as red
makes a fine ink

i write a line
about my loss
repeat all over again

all of your lies
broken promises
fuel for my hand

these memories
and photographs
inspirations for me

but every word
of every line
an added misery

so baby please
don't make me be
a poet forever....