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
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  Feb 11 Desired Dreamer
Kay P
I need kisses
like a fish needs colored rocks
and a bear needs honey

I need it like
eyes need sunglasses
and skin needs sunscreen

Like people need chocolate
or french fries or fried food
or fast wi-fi or vacation

The thing about needing
- I don't
- It'd be nice though
September 15th, 2015
Darling,My Demons,
they lost their
way in your arms...
Here I am using Demons as worries...
Beautiful girl with kind eyes;
When the time comes to move on;
She will not hesitate nor blame;
Instead she will feel the pain,
of late night kisses;
of lips once filled with love ;
She will remember how your love,
Gave her everything she wished for;
She will remember your touch,
Just like moon light touching,
her soul from the window;
She'll remember your favorite music,your books;
Your morning coffee,Those sleepless,
Nights when your body found peace next to her...

┬ędesireddreamer
Your kiss was,
A gentle breeze;
Freezing flames of,
Her memories;
Her treachery...

┬ędesireddreamer
Strangers with memories,
that's all we are.
Like two seashells on a beach,
drifted apart by waves of time.
going our separate ways,
Strangers with memories,
that's all we'll ever be.

┬ędesireddreamer
After all that strangers with memories that'll we'll ever be...
Staring for quite some time
At this blank white page,
Just like dark clouds
Roaring thunder, bursting rain
My emotions flew
In the form of rage
Once the words left my mind
It was not hard to find
My reason to write
Was definitely not you
I wrote for those few
Who have felt the pain
Same as me
Who have everything to loose
But nothing to gain
Same as me
Who share there feelings,emotions
By wrapping them in these mere words
Their feeling is what gives them worth...
I believe every poetry is an emotion shared by its poet...
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