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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

Momma tells me not to get drunk
She says it's an ugly sight
Not because of the overhead lights
But because it's night.

Everytime I drink, I break down
I become someone who cries
Someone who starts being sad.
The saddest thing is
I know that that's the real me.
Someone who drinks tears mixed beer
And talks about loneliness
As a long time companion,
Someone who has had enough time
On Earth.
I really wish that wasn't the real me.

You watched me letting out tears as I cry
You heard me scream till my throat hurts
But you'll never see what my mind hides
Behind every butterfly is a worm in the dirt.

You watched me smile with my teeth shown
Grinned with lips stretching cheek to cheek
But you'll never see that I want to be buried below
Because light only exists when things are bleak.

I always tell myself I've been a glass half full person
But mirrors break and glasses shatter
When I hate someone I will curse them
But I just want nothing but to be a splatter.

Hidden away is all my sorrows
So everyday I'm feeling more hollow
Because I know I'm living on time that is borrowed
Just waiting for a day where I won't see tomorrow.

Wearing a mask always suffocates me
But if I owe people one thing, it's honesty
And honestly I don't see the true me
I see a fake smile, fake humour as fake as fake can be.

There's nothing left to look forward to
The sky is tumbling and blue
There's nothing that will be new
I don't know what I'm suppose to do...

People**
No matter how much you try to show them
Would only see the things they prefer to see