They say us poets are tortured souls.
They say we see the morbidity in everything.
Some say we witness the true beauty.

We fall in love with other tortured souls.
The souls hidden in by cruelty.
We fall in love with souls of beauty.  

The ones who have seen pain
The ones who stand through it all
The one who still smiles

The laugh that goes unbroken
A happy go way of life
Eyes so full of living