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

By Lady R.F.(C)2017
Its hard to write a poem when you don’t feel anything
I’m not quite numb
But nor am I happy or sad
I’m just here

Its hard to write a poem when you aren’t sad
I try to describe the feeling of everything but nothingness
But all that comes out is not how I feel
I try to describe the feeling of having a ******* cloud over you
But thats not what I say
And I try to describe how it feels to have a blade across your skin
But whats comes is misplaced words

Its hard to write a poem when you aren’t happy
I try to describe the feeling of love when my girlfriend holds my hand
But all that comes out, is nothing like how it feels
I try to describe the way she plays with my hair and the love in her eyes
But all that comes out is mumbled words with a stutter
I try to describe how she lights up my day
But all that turns into is sadness

Its hard to write a poem when you don’t feel anything
When I’m as happy as can be
But I still want to cut
Its hard to write a poem when you don’t even know your own feelings
Because I had nothing to give and all
you wanted from me was nothing.
But Love
Even a million bricks
can never build a home
it takes Hearts and love
to turn a house
into a Home
The moon is sitting
hauntingly beautiful
on her window
lovely wisps of pink scattered sky
glancing at her behind the trees
she imagines your hands
on her night skin
and she wants to write poetry
on your palm
she wants to write anything
about the oceans and the stars
and she wants it all
to mean something.

And tonight
she misses you so bad.
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