the little poet inside my head

there's a little poet inside my head be quiet and listen carefully and maybe you'll hear her sitting on a bean bag with messy hair call her messy if you dare she rhymes with the times she writes about dreams but not clear as they seem with little to nothing to spare in her words she cares the little poet in my head doesn't ever feel dread from happy to sad even some mad she writes and writes she does all her words bundle in a fuzz with all she says and does she's the little poet in my head and she do what she wants to do