I think you're gorgeous,
It's my secret. I'll let you
in on it one day.

if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...

I am a imperfect person
I have flaws, I am impolite at times
I am flawed in every definition of the word.
I have scars deep in my skin
From fighting and acting the ways I once did
I have scars from surgical problems and pain
I cover them with ink from a needles name.
I am just a poet, being wise or a sap
Dosen't matter much anymore put my story's in a sack.
Mix my words and my memories thoughts
Put together my poetic life
Being a poet is tough.
I won't lie, or let you down
I will write my life
Until
In my ink I drown.

look at all of the broken-hearted people
they stare at their shoes as they walk
you think they have no emotion
but  they're dying on the inside
their hearts are shattered, yet they don't shed a tear

how sad,  you think

out loud

but do you truly care?