She is both,
hellfire and holy water.
And the flavor you taste,
depends on how you,
treat her.

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

Love is poem
A word lost in time
When time is lost
We all stop
Stop to the point of no end
Nor beginning
But that last kiss
Means more...
Than love.

I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval