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

Goodbyes taste like salt.
Or maybe that’s the tears,
as they run into my mouth.
They burn my eyes,
Burn down my cheeks
As her goodbye burns in my mind.
How do I say it?
Goodbye,
It doesn’t feel right on my lips,
Still I whisper it anyways.
It cuts my tongue
Until I can’t talk.
Tears just run into my open mouth.
Still, it taste like salt.
My lips move, mouthing the word
Goodbye.
It hurts more than I ever thought

Unspoken words suppressed,
Issues unaddressed,
Thoughts pushed aside,
Feelings denied.

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

Because I had nothing to give and all
you wanted from me was nothing.

Even a million bricks
can never build a home
it takes Hearts and love
to turn a house
into a Home