NOT COMPLETELY POETRY

NOT COMPLETELY POETRY

Word by word, perfectly arranged
Beautifully read, but actually flawed in meaning
Like a part of my heart missing from the poem, or indeed, from the beginning, it was just an emptiness filled with illusion

Verse by verse, poured out in a poem of longing and a dilemma
About what, when, and why?
Until every line I encounter a question mark, where only my smile is the answer to everything

Sentences run without direction or purpose
I realize that, but I still don't stop them
Letting them find their dreams and desires, until my words die on their own before they become complete poetry