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

Time has changed us,
But not what we've felt,
What we feel now

Change becomes a must,
Toss the cards we've dealt.
Happiness -- How?


Remember? Remember when I was
The clothes on your back,
The code on your phone,

The scent on your skin,
The love in your heart,
The world - from your view?

Words,
The words weren't spoken then,
You were that to me too.

Are we clinging to memories,
Can memories become new?
I never knew what was wanted,

Now,
Forever,
it is you.