Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

His arms, her arms tangled together

One last time holding one another. Refreshing than petrichor is her smell But would it be enough to hold him back?

One last time kissin’ her lips One last time saving her texture on his finger tips.

So soft, so sweet, so ethereal

Hard to believe if she's real.

Her eyes have the lightings of the whole town Would take forever to decipher if it's black or brown.

Saying ‘Love Yous’ for one last time,

But even his eloquence was useless

His love for her,

Too ineffable to confess.

Putting on a bold facade, he smiled at his love Twinkle in her eyes,

Makin’ the stars burn in jelousy above.

Saying goodbye without a goodbye was hardest;

His mind was wandering and his heart was aching.

To express himself, no language,

no manuscript would be best.

Every single piece of his existence was trembling.

Be it love or limerence All he wanted was to never be vivid rememberance.

He would never be what she deserve he

thought. Little did he know he was all she want.

Takin’ one last look, over the shoulder “Wait for me" he said. Little did she know she’d be waiting forever.