The rhythm of beauty walks behind her footsteps

Straightforward when I speak
But when I begin to write these words
They curve as they lie out on this sheet.
Making every word flow to the rhythm of this beat.
My words become a taboo.
In a Haiku these words excite you.
I give poetry color.
And add words to music.
Some poets just don't understand how I do it.

She's in the clouds waiting to fall like rain.

I hate the empty nights where my mind wanders to the unknown.

I hate the empty nights where I feel so hallow inside.

Have you ever loved someone whom
you thought was a delicate rose.
But, Instead they were a thorn to your heart.
A knife to your flesh ripping it apart.
I said have you ever loved someone whom you thought was as sweet as a rose.
But, instead they were deadly,
deadly like ***** to your health.
Not all roses are the same
You just have to find the ones that are worth the claim. -

I remember the nights
when I used to climb
into your window
To jump into your bed