metaphors have helped poets a lot to explain what they're feeling
either you're a storm
a cloud
a sunshine
a galaxy or
a star
but whatever metaphor you may be
you will still be the greatest treasure
they could ever get
and that's how beautiful metaphors are made.

You were the first one
That both my heart and mind can handle
Not too much of a cry
Not too much of a smile

You are the great example of average
My soul meets someone
That made it feel average
Yet contented

No strings attached, as the brain said
All strings attached, as the heart said
Ready as a warrior, ones heart
But weakling at the actual fight

Stop, the brain again proclaimed
Stop, protesting that this should not continue anymore
Stop, pleading as if whispering to the wounded

"You can't take it anymore,
Why did we even start this?" asked brain.

"I was happy at the beginning,
and it's all that it takes." heart answered.

You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart

You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent

You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions

You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely

You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else

You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses

You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken

The leaves keep falling
as if its their daily routine.
When will it stop?
Fall isn't my favorite season,
for I always see the beautiful scenario caused by the leaves
that have fallen from breaking apart.

And I only wish you happiness, until we meet again.