Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry.
It is not
a song
from my soul.
It is not
a yearning
cry for help.
It is not
the burning
of desire.
It is not
a statement
of intent.
It is not
secretly
about you.
It is not
how I feel
right now.
Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry.
A jumble
of words
I strung
untidily
together.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a couple of years ago. Still true. Except for the countless times when it is not just poetry.
Art by Victor Bauer
Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry.
It is not
a song
from my soul.
It is not
a yearning
cry for help.
It is not
the burning
of desire.
It is not
a statement
of intent.
It is not
secretly
about you.
It is not
how I feel
right now.
Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry.
A jumble
of words
I strung
untidily
together.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a year ago. Still true. Except for the many times when it is not just poetry.
Art by Victor Bauer
Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry.
It is not
a song
from my soul.
It is not
a yearning
cry for help.
It is not
the burning
of desire.
It is not
a statement
of intent.
It is not
secretly
about you.
It is not
how I feel
right now.
Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry.
A jumble
of words
I strung
untidily
together.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Victor Bauer
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
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