WARNING: DON'T GET CLOSE; I'LL TURN YOU INTO POETRY

 Careful, for each line on your face 

two, three more lines to a page

It's simple at the beginning 

just people I've met at first 

but slowly people become metaphors to be deciphered

 I hide them in my prison of words

 with walls built high, made of clichè rhymes 

those innocent and guilty of crimes

  against me

 I rarely spare a soul

 greedily I pour out all their contents in a bowl

Do not look into this artist's eyes

she's only looking to rip you apart and

reconstruct you in the form of a poetic device

don't get close; she'll turn you into poetry

 Caution; with every piece of you you give

two, three pieces it brings.

©Lynn