The warmth of your hug
Just melts away
The tense nerves
On my body

You're all I need
After a tiring day
My home
my comfort

It's as easy as
One, two, three
To fill my heart with glee

Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,

Go cry your eyes out
Go scream into your pillow

Whatever it takes
To take away that pain of yours

And afterwards, build yourself
From bottom to top

Love, that cliché love
Love that never goes without pain

Nevertheless you repeat the cycle again
You love and get hurt

Go cry your heart out
For every wasted feelings you gave away

Because love might be a cliché
But what's life without it anyway