They tried to tear you from my brain,
But my heart wouldn't let you go,
Although I may have forgotten your name,
Butterflies in me remember you so.

it still
       hurts but
                   it doesn't
                               **** me
                                         anymore.

All you need are eyes,
To notice the outer beauty.
It takes a heart,
To realise the beauty within.

It's how our eyes perceive,
Yet it can deceive.

A heart can reveal the truth,
Allows all your concerns to soothe.

eventually,
we will all stop writing poetry
because everything we write
becomes true
and our pens don't stop bleeding