Yet is it better if their definition deems sultry?

The kind that burns and leaves you trying

The kind that makes you want to dream, but for a lost cause

Because what is poetry without those little flaws?

Yet if a poem seems to give the effect of dying

The effect that burns the soul thoroughly

The effect that crashes your heart severely

But with the passion it makes your sorrow

Turn into beauty of the warmth of burrows

Then maybe poetry is cruelly free

And a poet, is known for nothing but expressing their heart truly.