idbailey23

The moment that you snuck into my heart
with your soft and soundless socks,
it was breathless, 
seamless,
without a second thought.

I had felt the world had called me,
an ode to isolation.

His large first impression,
a man of the trees,
The giant I speak of,
not too hard to please.

he's the star of night terrors,
Tremmer to young minds,
but large body about him,
shows a soul through kind eyes.

Structure and habit,
the gold of all mines,
most say I have it,
others state me blind.

my passions and goals,
are impossible to meet,
but teaching myself,
is a skill I can't beat.

I don't love myself,
not my typical length hair,
my thin pale lips,
not my bitten down fingernails.

I don't love my body,
my long but bulky legs,
or my largely carved nose,
the way my feet stand crooked.

I may not be great,
but I am a poet.

My mind escapes my thoughts in jumbles,
uneven rhymes,
                 Messy couplets,

but I am a poet.