You look into my eyes
Saying so much more than words
I wrap my arms around you
Feeling your curves and your warmth

You twine your fingers with mine
Somehow a perfect match
But you still hold the hand of another
Of a man you love so much

I gaze at you when you're not looking
And smile when laughter lights your eyes
I wish you could always be mine
I wish I could be the one who makes you smile.

How do you know if you're still a poet
When all your words have simply gone silent?

Do you have to go back and remember
The times you lit fires from embers?

Do you have to write and sing
Only hoping the music will ring?

Do you have to find the stars at midnight
Just to wish for the hope of a sunrise?

Do you have to dance to silent music
To inspire all the words that are quiet?

What do you have to do
To prove the poet's still inside you?

Maybe just write a curious poem
About a soul that has lost its rhythm

They told me I could sell my body,
Instead I decided to sell my mind.
It's $10 a hit,
But I don't yet know
if this is harm or a high.