A poets heart is like a riddle The answers are clear but hidden Pellucid until they are ready to be seen
When a poet falls for you They fall for all of you Your insecurities become their favorite parts
Beware of a poets heart Full of emotion to drown you in their words They pull you in and refuse to let you go
Be careful with a poets heart They are easy to capture, hard to contain Even easier to break and harder to replace
Don't underestimate a poet We are the masters of charisma Words are our vice
Never forget to treasure a poets love Theres nothing else like it in the world No amount of searching will give you the feeling of a poets heartfelt "I love you"
the night with its sandman and rivers of dream, hangs pendulous and remote, cools like a mist far from the day with its sun of fire and withering heat, its ghosts the shaking clouds, its flowers the trickle over rock of a burgeoning stream.
i don't miss you let me establish this the second guessing the guilt your overwhelming presence i know i'm better off it will never be you i miss just the company