Falling in love with a poet
Is like drowning with a lifejacket
As soon as you think you are done
They pull you back up to the surface
The water still fills your lungs
But they breathe life into you
Pull to a desolate shore
And begin to write in soulful lore
Falling in love with an artist
Is like being a canvas
They will see your beauty and flaws equally
But cover them with layers of love stroked gracefully
Its gentle strokes of teeth marked brushes
Words shouted and rough touches
Its the masterpiece slowly unveiled
A piece of beauty on a bigger scale
Falling in love with a singer
Is learning how to win her
Never break her shattered heart
Just to hold her from the start
To know the lines in her face
How she walks and takes each pace
The sway of hips and a rhythmic pattern
The love of the taciturn
When words say little
And emotions run high
But they love we hold
Will never run dry
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Falling in love with a poet
Is like drowning with a lifejacket
As soon as you think you are done
They pull you back up to the surface
The water still fills your lungs
But they breathe life into you
Pull to a desolate shore
And begin to write in soulful lore
Falling in love with an artist
Is like being a canvas
They will see your beauty and flaws equally
But cover them with layers of love stroked gracefully
Its gentle strokes of teeth marked brushes
Words shouted and rough touches
Its the masterpiece slowly unveiled
A piece of beauty on a bigger scale
Falling in love with a singer
Is learning how to win her
Never break her shattered heart
Just to hold her from the start
To know the lines in her face
How she walks and takes each pace
The sway of hips and a rhythmic pattern
The love of the taciturn
When words say little
And emotions run high
But they love we hold
Will never run dry
