Maybe it's too late for us
But it's not too late for me.

*I'll save me.

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

Maybe we are any
Of two numbers
On opposite sides of a die
Constant...
I will have that.

Sometimes I find it hard to say
But I would love to tell you in every way
That I love you anyway.

How wonderful it is
To tell you
I love you
But how terrifying
That when you say
You do too
*I cannot make myself
Believe.