Only of importance when lonely
happy to know fiction from reality
reality is only broken knows broken
and only light can truly know light
the legitimately broken are blessed
but oh so rare
though when they are finally found
a lifetime bond can be formed
as for the light
well I cannot know
I am one of the blessed broken

A poet pouring emotions onto paper
Many times obscure, hard to discern
Most would skim over, not feel the burn
Letting the words slip out of mind like vapor

For another poet though, this is not the case
Every despairing, loving, passionate word is heard
Nothing said misunderstood, seen as absurd
Never judging, for every poet also has been in this place

What on Earth would be a better match made
Than a poet and another poet minds linked as one
No need for spoken words, no need to take action
Whisper it to one another on paper, a private serenade

Dancing a dance no other could understand
Two perfect souls forever intertwined
Knowing completely one another's mind
A poet who loves a poet, their passion withstands