Poetry in the eyes of Jake.
Poetry in my eyes.
The only thing that cannot be furnished with lies.
For fear, the poem may be deciphered wrong.
Whether it be short or long.
Poetry in my eyes.
One of those things that makes me more wise.
Each line, each stanza, tells a story of its own.
Through rhymes and tone, I can hone.
Poetry in my eyes.
The only way of enunciating my inner ties.
Knots that have caused years of nonsensical rot.
Motivate me to display my distraught.
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