So be it, such a simple phrase So be it, my calm, my rage I say, while turning the page Of a story, with the devil n a sage So be it, book within the book So be it, why am I scared to look Won't be pretty, the steps she took Turn into a queen from but a rook So be it, would the hype she'd stand? So be it, would my mind she'd bend? Cause I'm told how the story may end Should I still read it or just pretend? So be it, maybe worth the while So be it, more sharp than senile I can hope to go on with a smile Let the story be a please or a rile So be it, let's forget the ending So be it, go back to the reading Can't let a good story left hanging Verity for me, still stands waiting
I am not a poet. But these words came to me out of nowhere. I wrote them, read them and re-read them. Only one word could describe what I had written. Hence, they are my Poems.