Dear poetry,

You were a liar, a very selfish one.

It was all in vain,
a denied invitation
I never responded 
to your sweet vocation.

Your message lay at the
bottom of the Dead Sea
Every soul praised you
but it was invisible to me

Challenger Deep alike
your message is, they said
I scoffed at them, 
as you always left me brain-dead.

I could never understand
how you were devised
called your creators a fool,
a bunch a brain-dead mice

the way you flew
in that parchment sky
or how the ink drew
those naked lies.

But when gloom took over
In my world so bright
You took my hand,
led me to a newfound light

you were a candle's glow 
in that dark flow
and a smile's distant kin
Oh! My balladry sin.

Refusal to acceptance
the latent words loomed
on my barren heart
our friendship bloomed

So when I die 
while loving your lies
I hope you remember
the stars in my eyes.

You're still a liar, just a beautiful one.

Dear poetry,
thank you for being you.

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a/n: A letter from a poet to poetry.