The sweetness of this poison
offers its condolences.
What it doesn't known is
its strength is
what I ached
to acquire,
not its pity.

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

I look at her, she looks at me
"I should go up to her. Nah let it be"
I glance away as she's on her way
"Hopefully I'll see her the following day"

She walked towards me like Earth left no beauty aside
A smile so beautiful, and to think the sunset was wide
Finally exchanged greetings, well that was a start
She left my sight, yet stayed warm in my heart

As time strolled past we became good friends
Well not that great, but enough to bridge our ends
I'd smile at her, she'd smile at me
Beyond that will we ever be?

I think of her while I sleep
I wake up, her face draws me deep
I shower, and my mind is brimming over her
Scary movies don't change losing her as my worst fear

A few months of opportunity, and here we are
Still smiling at each other, hasn't really gone far
I wish we could click, but hope stopped waiting  
"How I wish you'd love me, and we could start dating!"

"Mate let it go, it was never meant to happen,
Don't let one girl let your cheeks dampen."
"Yo chill you're wasting your hours,
Girls like her aren't a few."
.
.
I'd still chase a million stars
if it meant searching for you.

Fingers sinking deep
               below your surface;
               seeping into your *****,
               caressing your crevices.
               leaving their mark; baring pleasure.
               coursing ecstasy through your veins.
           searching for the highest of peeks beyond measure
               scorching heat, blood boiling, the pleasure pains
               soothing your aching flesh
               in relentless pursuit; of higher depths
               guilty yearnings, urges run rampant
               as your ecstasy starts to progress
               heavy breathing your hands held abreast
               pungent liquids; drenched with desire
               a seeping puddle stains the mattress
               gingerly leaking, outlining your canvas
                a mist in the air, cooling your skin;