There's no
Christmas present
Like
The present.
Unwrap it
Now.

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

The world of poetry is a vast canvas
Where we look for the right colors
To paint the vivid pictures every time
So many hues mix with our emotions
And the heart goes crazy in the wilderness
So much to paint, yet so little time
Like the wild breeze gathering inspiration
Not only from this celestial space, but beyond
With the hope that our words embrace all
Thus is birthed a poem and from the poet
The ink that once paints the picture
Remains etched on the heart and soul, forever