Poets seem sad to me
Because we feel more
And we hold on tight
And when we hurt, we write
Our tears fall on paper
In the form of words
Thoughts in scribbled ink
As our hearts begin to sink
Other people's pain fades
And drifts away with time
But a poet's hurt will stay
There on the tear stained page
Not my best, but after reading a lot of poems on here, I wanted to write this.
Also desiderium: an ardent desire or longing; especially : a feeling of loss or grief for something lost (From Merriam-Webster)
