Tell me if you love me
And I'll tell you if I care

Sick of wearing my heart on my sleeve
For those who are never truly there

Tell me
Your fantasy of God
Of goodness
Kindness
Tell me of sinners
And death
Speak of angels

We are poets
All we know
Is cigarettes and regret

We are poets
We know of heartbreak and all her words
The size of each of her veins
Asking to much of a broken heart

We are poets
We slip into the madness
Because it's more comfortable

We are poets
We observe
Saying nothing
Preferring to write our words

We are poets
And each of our lengths of love
Are our most beautiful works

Those of us who are human
Will never be free from our thoughts

You are
The muchness and the madness
I look for the morning
The love I long for in the night
You are the softest star
In the evening sky
You are my guiding light