Respect for everyone on here who acts so sweet,
Little acts of kindness everywhere,
Intelligent poetry and clever comments,
Supportive people and sometimes a kind private message.
Being on here restores my faith in humanity.
The people on here are beautiful, all in their own way.
Never I will say without flaws, we are all humans here.
No, we aren't without flaws, that us the best part,  we accept each others flaws.
Respect for everyone here who votes on my poetry.
I am happy with people like you.
And the nice comments on here, on my works and on the works of others, I am proud to be part of this community.
And to anyone who send me kind private messages, you are the best.
Respect for everyone on here, first of all for being human beings.
Secondly because you being so wonderful.
Respect and thank you

You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.

the noise.
inside my head.
inside me.
the breathing.
my breathing.
i can't think over the sound of my own breathing.
it's loud.
i can't hear it.
i can't think over the sound of my own breathing.

underneath the understanding to agree
to disagree
there itches a singular itch
which
******* about how you
or quite possibly me
wasn't quite ready
for any
and all
forms of understanding.

I ask you "Who's your favourite"?
You pause for a second
Then you start thinking and search for an answer
And you say "You"
But you already lost me there when you paused
I thought your love for me had no clause

The rain falls on the cobble stone wall
She is tall, young with perfectly long hair
Black and gray is all that is today
The rain falls on her open toed shoes
Her cheecks are full, her breath is heavy
A little chilly for the fifth of September

Her skin like silk, damp and freckled
The rain falls in the most perfectly sad way
Drop by drop on the cobble stone wall
One by one under her freckled brow
Black and gray, black and gray

The church bell crashes, at the perfect hour
The day is gray but her eyes have color
Deep and rich with depth like the sea
Falling in deeper, and deeper
Impossible to look away

Searching and searching under sheets of gray
Only to find the reason to say
It feels a bit warmer on this September day
Looking into the eyes of young beauty
Reminding the soul of all past laughs
And easing the mind of tomorrow's woes

The rain falls on us all
But as long as there is color
Those are the reasons
We look into each other