Which Poet Are You?

I am the poet
I am the poet
I am the poet you walked by in the parking lot
I see the symphony happening in your soul
I am the observer spelling out truths
I am the poet
Painting a canvas of heartbreak
Brighter with every stroke of my keyboard
I am the poet leaving ripples in slow Tuesday coffee shop visit
I am the poet
Tracing the lines on your face and etching your grimaces into story
I am watching you
I am knowing things
I could calibrate the weight of love and hate that you are trying to mold into something easier to take.

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