How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.

I didn’t expect to become a poet.
But then I fell in love with a pair of beautiful golden eyes
That ripped my soul apart,
and in the need of mending my own scars,
I finally found my relief.
The words.

Take the pen.
Spill the ink.
Write your heart out.

Sparkling stars
Gentle breeze
Blowing leafs
Blue moon
And the dust blowing
Through the air.

"When will you leave?" I asked.
"When you use me to grow yourself,"
replied the pain.

The sun is so bright
And the sky is ocean blue
And the day is truly
As beautiful as you.

I follow the rhythm of my heart.
I trust my instinct.
I believe in myself, and I do
all things with love.

you are the hardest and most confusing
I love you
I have ever muttered in this lifetime