Words escape
A voice is shut
A pen is out
A page is flipped
Ink is smeared
And tears have dropped
A poet has spoken
Outloud
with eyes to hear
And mind to see
His broken poetry
And heart of bravery
Craves within
His written legacy
Mighty is he
Fearing no one
Against the judges of poor artistry
He strives to write his own poetry

And the night falls
As she closes
Her eyes
The whole world
Fades
Into a
Dream

Her eyes starts aligning  all constellations
Her hair black as the night
And shines with the nebulas
Her body radiant to the sun itself
She, a universe
With every cosmos of her body is in shape
Galaxies when she smiles forming a loop of faith
But for me
She is a glass
Eyes so clear
See through
Yet fills a blurry void
No one can go to
Her body a vase
With every curve in every way
Yet step foot on the tip of the unsafe
Pushed by Him she falls
And breaks
Every piece in every direction
Crumbles before her execution
And then She, the universe
Is fixed again
At the edge she stands
Infront is Him
Once again.


glass shatters

The end.

I wonder if you have regrets
the "What Ifs" you question yourself
that at some point you want to find
the answers to that
...

I wonder if I could endure
when you find your way back
to that before
to her
that "What If"  you're already
HAPPY
without me
I guess I found the
answer
to wait and see
if it's
m e
or
s h e