The Poet Dreamer: A poet's heart →
A poet’s heart will always fill with love
Through heartache and happiness
And always back to heartache
For few see the world as a poet does.
Either by misplaced jealousy
Or the ache of impossible understanding
Pain once again will enter the poet’s life.
Love and heartache are the ink we use
Life…
What Once Was
You will not find me
when the summer ends
I am leaving tomorrow—
severing the amends
I used to stay longer
and loved being a friend
but those days are over—
ties are broken and bentCome at me if you wish
for myself, I can fend
(Just please)
don’t wear yourself out
for I am already spentRemember when we met?
We were a perfect blend
but we longed too long—
our love it did descend


