Poetry one day came knocking at my door,

And I wasn’t ready or anything.

Reluctantly I let it in, for

It was nothing, just a fling.

And I wasn’t ready or anything

My pen moved to tell words unspoken

It was nothing, just a fling

Until I wrote with my eyes wide open

My pen moved to tell words unspoken

It doesn’t matter what they said

Until I wrote with my eyes wide open

Blinking, the words danced inside my head

It doesn’t matter what they said

Reluctantly I let it in, for

Blinking, the words danced inside my head

Poetry one day came knocking at my door