why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds

Feeling alone , not a good feeling .
Wanting someone who is willing ...... To love you unconditionally.
Every single day , our lonely eyes wonder at others relationships
Wishing we were in his or her shoes .
Believing the lies , feeding into our eyes
Consuming the false impression of false love
Wanting what others have
Rushing to find that not so good someone
Living miserably.........
All because of impatience clinging to the heart .❤️