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

Is it written on my face?
The pain I feel inside
Tonight, my heart is joyless
I can feel the broken pieces
As they throb inside my chest
This loveless life I lead

I am a poet working overtime
Like the misery inside of me
Like the lunacy that calls to me
To the angel who stalks my every dream
Please take the time to rescue me

For my shredded soul is fading
Darkness overtaking
The burden of my sorrow
No clear skies tomorrow

Angel can you hear me?
I'm sinking deeper in dismay
Eyes becoming jaded
I'm growing tired of fighting

Hold me in your arms
Show me that there's more to life
More than endless heartache
Embrace me with your ethereal flesh
And know I'll feel the same

For this soul is yours to take
What's left of me
This empty tank
This broken tragedy

And when I fall into your arms
Legs too tired to stand
Know my love is true
And help me to move forward