Virginia walks where I cannot
The angels know her name
Where my name was is now a blot
My muse hands me the blame

I whisper love, she does not hear
She knows my heart tells lies
She listens with a cautious ear
And sees through my disguise

I try but cannot feel her pain
A mistress she shall stay
I try my best but can't explain
The demons I must slay

She hides my sin to no avail
The truth cuts like a knife
She knows that she will only fail
Name only, she's my wife

A mistress she will always be
I know it seems absurd
She'll ever be in love with me
But my love is the word

I'm the music and you're the song
You're every breath I take
You're my dream when I'm asleep
And my comfort when I wake

I'm the canvas and you're the brush
So paint me as you will
I'm the words the poet writes
And you, the poet's quill

You're the potter and I'm the clay
So shape with your hands
Without form I surrender all
Mold me to fit your plans

I'm the question and you're the answer
To everything I've known
I'm the shadow following close
You'll never be alone

You're the reason God made smiles
He just couldn't help Himself
He saw the world was sad and lonely
So He took you off the shelf

I sometimes hide inside myself
A place where no one sees
An empty wrong looking for right
Among a barren disease

I ***** my soul to feel alive
It brings no pain nor tears
An indifferent stain, out of touch
It's been this way for years

No echos feed my screams for help
For emotion is just a lie
I see the world in black and black
My eyes, too dead to cry

The smile I wear is my disguise
Although it's never real
It lets me hide the emptiness
And the darkness I conceal

I sometimes hide inside myself
Thank God that you're not there
For you feel pain, joy and love
But I simply cannot care

Born a garden fairy tale
Stands a simple rose
A story only she can tell
A story no one knows

Her beauty shines for all to see
But she's so much more than that
She longs to set her lover free
But can't see where he's at

The thorns that sit upon her stem
Will keep them far apart
She'll always be a part of him
He'll always have her heart

Deformed and twisted, not quite right
Not fit to look upon
He's buried deep and out of sight
Destined to be alone

This love between a rose and root
Will never be released
A love that he would not pollute
This beauty and the beast

Poets will try to hide their pain
Where tears will go unseen
They'll hide the countless demons slain
With words they find serene

Emotion will always find their sleeves
It's part of who they are
A special way the poet grieves
To mend that hidden scar

A poet is lost until they're found
They just can't find their way
A silent scream without a sound
Will chase their pain away

A poet is made of different stuff
They're not like all the rest
Peace, they never seem to have enough
Until their sin's confessed

They're haunted by their need to write
Their ink made to console
For most are prisoners to the night
And they're born with a paper soul

Today you wrote a letter
Intent on saying goodbye
You packed your things and moved away
Without even telling me why

You said the words began to cry
When the tears mixed with your ink
Your mind was confused and cloudy
You could barely even think

You told me that you're sorry
To have to leave this way
You hoped that I would understand
You simply couldn't stay

I've always loved the written word
Even letters I couldn't face
I tried to find the reason why
But found an empty space

Now words no longer have meaning
They're just an empty lie
I never thought I'd see the day
When words would simply die

A poem is never the words you read
It's what's written between the lines
For the words can only plant a seed
To grow the emotion a word defines

A feeling trapped inside our hearts
Or maybe a place we haven't seen
The words are where emotion starts
But the meaning is in-between

For our words can never write a smile
But yet you know it's there
It has nothing to do with the poet's style
Or even the words they share

The words we write have a silent voice
That the poets call their muse
But interpretation is the readers choice
From the words we didn't use

Emotion is always the in-betweens
Our words are only the signs
To understand what the poet means
You must read between the lines