When I was a Poet

Hi all, a small poem I wrote about a year ago...

When I was a poet my heart lived in a pen and my soul in a note-book
When I was a poet words were my best friend and grammar my best enemy
When I was a poet I lived in a bubble of make believe, possibility and washing detergent
When I was a poet a Theasuarus Rex ate all my homework and spat it out again
When I was a poet I wouldn’t be caught dead using a cliché
When I was a poet no one was safe from becoming like a simile
When I was a poet Music was still Art, Art was still Beautiful and there was no such thing as hipsters
Now I am just a Teenager with no more words.

That's all for now, sorry for the sudden influx of blog post, that's just what happens when you get sick!