yet to be believe

I have been writing poetry a lot,

My romantic composition  is negative,

I barely manage to master a syllable..

the problem i think is;ladies and gentlemen,
a lot of you praise people for wrong reasons.

my art is still in its infancy,

you should love its girly softness,

fragile monotone lulling streets to sleep.

love have replaced words on street corners,

they whistle to every passing stanza,

every paragraph but,you and I are yet to believe
any of it.