Sometimes,
Words aren't the only cure to the brokenness we feel inside.
Sometimes,
Notes connecting to one another
Forming the words we can't always speak
Are all we need to hear to save us.
So even though
There are words I'd like to scream,
Scream so loud you'll hear from night until day,
I'll pick up my saving grace.
I'll let the plucking of the strings soothe me, calming the storm inside,
Allowing the tune to carry me
To that familiar home
My only escape
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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