a poem i wrote for Syvi
“Sylvia Plath”
I always find myself thinkin'
Thinkin' of a name,
A name of a woman,
Called Sylvia.
She inspired me,
Inspired me to be a poet,
Also gave me a passion,
Passion to be a magnificent poet.
Her story with her man,
He loved her once,
He left her twice,
Did she ever earned?
She did not.
She kept on writing,
Writing about life and existence,
And especially men,
When you know, you know,
But guess I’ll never know.
I’m a part time poet,
A full time woman,
Sometimes a girl,
But I’ll never really know who I am.
a poem i wrote for Syvi
“Sylvia Plath”
I always find myself thinkin'
Thinkin' of a name,
A name of a woman,
Called Sylvia.
She inspired me,
Inspired me to be a poet,
Also gave me a passion,
Passion to be a magnificent poet.
Her story with her man,
He loved her once,
He left her twice,
Did she ever earned?
She did not.
She kept on writing,
Writing about life and existence,
And especially men,
When you know, you know,
But guess I’ll never know.
I’m a part time poet,
A full time woman,
Sometimes a girl,
But I’ll never really know who I am.