He will conceal his emotions in sugar coated words
He will know of your beauty before he even sees it
He worries for romance rather than bees and birds
And he will be insecure about acne and zits
So his confidence isn't exactly alluring.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
He will let his words rain like blood on a river
Diluting all that is left of clear purity.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
Because he will not know how to fall out of it,
He will bury himself in an abyss
That is heartbreak.
He will surround himself
with tales of heartbreaks and heroism,
tales of company and parties
when he is actually still lonely.

Don't fall in love with a poet
He will tell you of your beauty
And as much as he knows it
He will tell you of your perfection.

Three years ago you were at my place,
Today I barely remember your face.
To think that cherished and beloved treasures
Could come and go like one night pleasures.

I agonize over your memories,
I promised I would see you for centuries.
Now i barely come to visit,
I'm sure you also miss it.

The red roses are whittle and rot,
I might try decide whether I can or can not
The truth is I'm still afraid,
That I will cry and wish you would have stayed.

Now I reminisce on our moments,
As you are surrounded by rodents.
I wish I wouldn't have to do this alone
So I could be with you and not your gravestone.

I was going to be a psychiatrist
And then my friend revealed
That I am one of the most
Mentally messed up person
He has met.

Coming from a school
With a suicide
And I'm the most
Messed up.

I always asked
'Is it that apparent?'
And I hate the answer
Every time.

We sat in the car singing our favourite song
We'd lost track of time and sang all day long.
Terrible yelling out of tune,
I can still remember every second of it,
The smile on your face,
The smile across mine.

"See, people they don't understand
No, girlfriends, they can't understand
Your grandsons, they won't understand
On top of this, I ain't ever gonna understand".

I guess life is like a game of golf,
you get a chance at The Strokes
and realise that some things end.

There will be a time
That your name
Will escape someones'
Lips for the last time.

All that is left
Are unspoken memories
Or decaying possessions
Of a fading light.

Learning to be in a relationship is hard but learning to be fine with being alone is even harder.

-star gazer