Poem

Words make a shape

And they tell a truth

That they don't make

The tone is there

Even if I said

I love and play and smile

I hate all and I hate the sunshine

You could see the reasons

The feeling

The masterpiece

Hidden by my thoughts

And my reasonings

Such is a poetry

Such is a feeling

You can see the way it shapes me

The way it might shape you

If you let it

Such is a poem

Such is the sky

I want this for you

And I want it for I