When poets bleed they fill their quills
And write their words in red
The letters scream each time they're made
In the hope of being read

The page becomes a sounding board
A mirror to the soul
A reflection meant to bring them peace
To comfort or console

They choose their words so carefully
Not wasting a drop of blood
Writing words that lift them up
As tears begin to flood

They'll write with true conviction
Each time they start to weep
They write sometimes to clear their minds
Before they get to sleep

When poets bleed a word is born
Trying to appease their need
Shining a light to the whole wide world
And all who want to read

I wanted to write you a love poem
But there's nothing I haven't said
The words of love have all been used
So I'll talk about us instead

I was nothing until you came along
And showed me what love was about
You planted the seeds of passion
Where loneliness used to sprout

I never noticed the lover's moon
Until I saw it in your eyes
You even stole the star's reflection
That lights the darkest skies

I used to dread the coming rain
'Til we danced to the beat of its drops
You'd hold me close, all night long
'Til nature's music stops

I wanted to write you a love poem
Before they lay you in the ground
I tried my best to say goodbye
But I couldn't make a sound

My breath somehow forsakes me
It will not whisper your name
My heart says I'm unworthy
It cannot ignite this flame

My soul cries out for recognition
But my lips won't let me smile
Tempted by your heavenly beauty
But captive to denial

My dreams filled with your vision
I dare not close my eyes
Everytime you pass me by
Another piece of me dies

I am but a simple man
And you, a goddess of desire
A treasure meant to entice my soul
One I can't acquire

How much longer must I suffer
How long will my soul beseech
Alas, I turn and walk away
For you're simply out of reach

Walking down the street, you catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman

And in a second, your life flashes by, she’s with you till the end

Your grave is freshly dug, she sheds a tear

You've not had enough of her, you refuse to leave

She goes home and your ghost follows

She holds a picture of the two of you, forces a smile

Dinner seems to be the most silent and most painful

The television helps, at times

The actors fall in love time and again, this gives her hope

They make her laugh, yet your ghost just sits there. Expressionless

She reads, and reads some more

Books seem to be her new love

The pile next to her bed grows weekly as she can’t stop turning the pages

An old friend visits her, they speak about you

She puts on a smile but she’s not ready yet

They drive down to the fields and the grass clears her mind if only for a while

Your ghost takes a walk and leave her be for a while, but it’s not done yet

Weeks pass, your ghost wanders

She smiles a lot more, even laughs time and again

Once again, she has others in stitches

The second passes.

She walks past.

And yet her ghost just sits there. Expressionless