You don't need to write
me poetry
for you've already
engraved yourself
into my skin
your very being
is salvation enough
and with you
words don't even
need to exist
because your eyes
say it all
and the rhythm
of your hands
on my bones
and the fresh
beat of your heart
are my poetry

"my parents warned me about drugs on the street, but never the ones with green eyes and a heartbeat."

What does it mean?
Those three little dots...

What does it mean?
Cause i use it always and everywhere...

What does it mean?
It explains so much about me...

What does it mean?

Maybe I'm just
Full of thoughts
I can't fathom into stars...

Words are harmless, so they say,
That's where the problem starts;
Sticks and stones
May break our bones
But words will break our hearts.



Words are harmless, so they say,
And point you to their charts;
It's harmless fun,
No damage done.
But... Who will mend our hearts?



The x-rays show no damage
Where words have scathed across,
But it still feels hard to manage,
And leaves you at a loss.



Words are harmless, don't complain,
That's where the problem starts.
It's quite absurd-
A single word-
Enough to break our hearts!



But words are harmless, they maintain;
The subject of their parts,
No less or more,
So let them pour
From all our broken hearts