I have a thousand poems to weave alone
But yours is my favorite way of expression
Sometimes, I witness a love so real
That every broken hearts will heal
It's true that it is supposed to be painful
It's quite ironic that we look like a fool
I don't care if I bleed with their weapons
You silence my inner demons
We fell apart when the love was gone
I thank God that our story is not done

I read a poem once
A sonnet with one more chance
It was written before our time
It reminds me of you that it makes me cry
I'm sorry for all of my mistakes
The only thing I don't regret is anything that I won't fake
I believe that poetry is not enough
But every pain I felt before made me tough
I always thought you weren't worth it
A reminder of my love is all you can get

A man with a leisure on his pocket
A road to happiness in a one-way ticket
His lips I can kiss
His callous hands holding mine like this
I'm always looking at your face
Not following love with haste
O, my dear love! let me count the ways