Paper cut feeling, a thousand times
Warm touches, that eases sometimes
Puzzle brain with missing pieces
It gets colder, the warmth decreases
Words of comfort, kisses so sweet
Yet its still there, it makes me weak
Forgive the actions, believe the words
Forgetting is impossible, keeps chirping like birds
Like a jellyfish, internal, immortal
Can I burry it, can it be mortal?

Writers are
The flexible species

If they want
They can conclude
"You"
Into haiku
And explain
"You"
As an epic

Is it just another perspective?
Or is it a much broader lie?
Is it what makes you fly into the sky?
Or is it that something that helps you through the night?

Is it just an expression of thoughts?
Is it just some feelings that you bought?
For someone, from someone?
Or is it everything that you sought?

Is it like writing your life script?
Or yet another piece of paper that you ripped?
Is it just some words you could gather?
Or is it out there forever,
Once you pieced those words together?

Is it just a combination of phrases and words?
Or is it expounding on a fairy tale that you heard?
Is it just a mysterious experience?
Or is it something more serious?

Is it an escape from this cruel world?
Or is it a declaration of truth with a banner unfurled?
Is it like God speaking through you?
Or is it always within you?
Maybe in different forms and styles,
Something that makes you stop and stay awhile?

Is it a catharsis of a tragedy?
Or something to help you keep steady?
Is it ever hostile?
Or does it always makes you smile?

As the earth needs to be kept alive
In my heart ,so needs you, as together we strive
Like a plant needs the sun
By my side, I need you ***
You're the trunk that keeps me up
You're the half to fill my cup
You're the breeze to my exhausting days
You're my warmth, that I hope remains
You're my shelter from the rain
You're my pillow when things are insane
The eyes I need to see every morning
The cuddles I need when its outside pouring

Whoever awaites the sunrise
Whoever stares at moon
Whoever likes the rain
Whoever colors the life
They love poetry

Whoever is unloved
They love poetry
Whoever is loved
They love poetry
Whoever is timid
They love poetry
Whoever is quiet
They love poetry
As well

And I'm
One of them