A piece of you Reflecting back The bitter words in your mouth Too raw to speak A poet is Someone in pain And someone in love Someone who looks at the world Through a kaleidoscope Who takes a magnifying glass to each And every Word you say And lets them imprint on their heart A poet is A star gazer A dreamer A chaser of The improbable But hopes anyway A poet is Tissue paper skin A heart of glass And a soul of titanium
A poet is A sharp tongue And a gentle kiss She is a sob He is a sigh A poet is The sun at midnight Bright and Burning Hot Alive But cloaked in a darkness They cannot shake The brightest day And the darkest night A poet is The human experience A paradox An oxymoron So complicatedly Simple
A poet is A lover Who refuses To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve No matter how much it bleeds But rolls them up So you can’t see The blood stains
Love, love... Lay me in the sweet soft grass And we will watch the moon.
We will watch as she dances with the vast, dark depths, We'll shiver at the ripples on the surface of the shine And spill ourselves into the endless deep Chasing her until we both Can sleep Can sleep Can sleep.