Why are all these poems so meaningless?

Just fancy words

Pleasing to the ear

They fall from my mouth

So lovely, so intricate

You can't help but want to hear

These words on my page

Written so delicately

Your eyes take them in

And I've caught you

As long as you read

For that minute, you're mine.

Follow my lead

Don't miss a line

Read on and read on

Until your eyes blur

And your sentences slur

What a concept

To be so caught up

In so few lyrics

Just pretty lines on paper

Yet they stir things deep inside us

Secrets, unspoken between reader and writer

Shall I keep going?

Is your head feeling lighter?

I go higher and higher,

We pour out our hearts

Just to realize

This feeling is gone

Before it starts.