(*~*) Poem by nic Leisure

For he a poet can never lie
The sleepless night always cry
By the sound of bad blood seeking through the mined
One moon shines taking out the light
For he puts down what he loves most
Waiting for the time to heal his broken soul
Looking at the time of tears he shed
For he knew no to say but it was true he had to stop
Before it was too late
A poet writes what he feels and thinks
Should be right in time of speaking to the wise
For he had to stop for his life