sometimes you're like homework
so confusing
and i just stare at you
absent-mindedly
hating you
yet you're important to me
it's so hard to finish you
and i lose inspiration every now and then
but when i get high as my grades
i come running back to you

i can't wait to graduate from school
get rid of this infatuation
we would be adults by then
and hopefully this mess will be sorted out

I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.

The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.

a year will be here
soon enough and I cannot seem to
control myself when I am around you
the sound of your name pushes my
heart of my chest and the touch of your
fingertips let me know that you're not all
ice you are a burning fire that consumes my
soul and roars with the wind in the winters
brisk air and I've never met someone who could
take my heart and burn it with their eyes as if I had
never seen a fire before which is true, I have never
been burned by another person before because how could I
possibly let someone inside of me that way?
our hands touched and I instantley knew that you owned every single
part of me, including my wrecked and aching soul that could only seem
to see that you were the one for me and we took a chance that some are
afraid to take, and we were too, but we took this chance on us because
we could see that something was there, something called love was there
and I've never felt so beautiful in my entire life, you have loved me time
after time and have showed me how this horrible world isn't so horrible,
it is actually quite beautiful in a way, but you have showed me
that life isn't just about grades and being touched by
someone who doesn't burn your very being
but that this life is about the love that
you can hear in the middle of the
night when you are starting to
fall asleep and the smell of
her hair when you are
telling her you will
love her forever.

Any song can sound sweet,
if you tune your tone appropriately,
and add a lyric,
with a melody
and I have seen where there is a life,
there is a song
but some songs are not only a love song
that notion was a loop, intense, black and blue passionate song
was not romantic

She was a sad song
and I thought I would know how to make it better
like if I could be the only to love her again,
I believed that everything would fall into a melodious love song
but  I lost a few lines of lyrics
and there was bit melody missing that I couldn't find
and I saw too many scratches on the disc
I couldn't let myself be made no longer
trying to fix her entirety.
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.