Form, style, structure are all in vain
If you when read a poem
Don’t see there a bit of your pain
In the lines a speck of redress
Return on read a grain of happiness
A part of you speaking in that poem
A recognized tale your traveled realm
Where your mind roams with your eyes
Dark labyrinths valleys of sunrise
And at end of ride through trough and crest
Moments invested leave you no regret.

A picture says more than a
Thousand words.*  
Every drop if ink
A pixel. Every word
A world.
A thousand pictures
Held without effort
In the
Unclenched

Hand of

Poem.

you said 'i love you'
i said it, too.

the only difference
is that i didn't lie to you.

loved you once
love you still
always have
always will

I hate to see you dear poet
writing out all your pain
it makes me feel quite useless
like an umbrella without the rain

I want to put my arms around you
to let you know someone is there
we won't even have to speak
it's just to let you know, someone cares

In reality there's a distance
and I'm unable to sit with you
but I hope you don't really feel alone
with this pain you're going through