To all the lonely poets,
The amount of pain in your poems brings tears to my eyes,
You may be lonely,
You may be hurt,
You may be scarred,
You may not want to be alive,
But through the pain you feel, please let me patch your broken heart,
You think we've never met,
But I love you.
You think we've never met,
But you forget,
I've read your poetry,
I've read your soul.
And through the pain you feel, I think you're quite beautiful.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
To all the lonely poets,
The amount of pain in your poems brings tears to my eyes,
You may be lonely,
You may be hurt,
You may be scarred,
You may not want to be alive,
But through the pain you feel, please let me patch your broken heart,
You think we've never met,
But I love you.
You think we've never met,
But you forget,
I've read your poetry,
I've read your soul.
And through the pain you feel, I think you're quite beautiful.
I love you so much, and if you don't believe me, believe that there is someone else who does. There is always someone who loves you.