A piece of you Reflecting back The bitter words in your mouth Too raw to speak A poet is Someone in pain And someone in love Someone who looks at the world Through a kaleidoscope Who takes a magnifying glass to each And every Word you say And lets them imprint on their heart A poet is A star gazer A dreamer A chaser of The improbable But hopes anyway A poet is Tissue paper skin A heart of glass And a soul of titanium
A poet is A sharp tongue And a gentle kiss She is a sob He is a sigh A poet is The sun at midnight Bright and Burning Hot Alive But cloaked in a darkness They cannot shake The brightest day And the darkest night A poet is The human experience A paradox An oxymoron So complicatedly Simple
A poet is A lover Who refuses To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve No matter how much it bleeds But rolls them up So you can’t see The blood stains
Maybe Maybe my body wants to be awake Waiting for you And when you finally text me I can just rush to my phone Be happy And sigh to the end of the hours That I've been Waiting For you
Maybe Maybe you are The answer To my sleepless nights
Place your hand upon my chest. It reminds me how it feels when it's mended. Then use it to cradle your head while you rest. The worst of it, like the day, has ended.