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

~

Say good morning to the day
shining bright, a wondrous view
Open up your weary eyes
to these perfect skies of blue

The coffees on, it’s almost done
I’ll pour a cup your favorite brew
Come on, wake up, sleepyhead
*my day can’t start till I’m with you