He was the world's greatest poet
He wrote his words not in ink but blood ,not on paper but onto the heart
He was a true poet,the greatest
He wrote rhymes so lovely onto my heart
Lines that were so beautiful,so deep he engraved onto the centre of my life
That which beats to keep me going
I loved him
His name was a sweet melody
Rhyme & rhythm....all of it
His touch..his touch was like a beautiful piece
So fulfilling, so full of emotions & meaning
He was the world's greatest
So great,he was so great
He wrote onto my heart...wrote to hard...I fell too hard
Even the greatest poet hit a block
He wrote no more...inspiration lost
He left..left me with a heart full of his work
A heart in which he had engraved so many promises
He promised forever but left before tomorrow set in
Still he was the world's greatest poet
Because--Poets use their work to express emotions in a moment.. When the moment passes...its now a piece with memory
I was in a moment.. A piece..and now a memory to him
Yet he lives still for me in the present as the world's greatest poet
This piece was inspired by a title to someone's poem @Erica C-Dont trust a poets words
The story behind is not directly true but the emotions are all real
Feeling of betrayal.. Holding on...
So much more hope you love it
Thanks Erica