Oh? How is it to be loved by a poet? you ask.
Well. Maybe she won't scream "I love you"
but she will write her guts out to the world
She will observe every little detail about you
She will love you, with your flaws and all
You will be surprised and ask yourself
"do I deserve her?" and the right answer is
"If she is writing about you, you deserve her!"
Because poets won't fall in love with normal people
She will fall in love with the one who is deep
Very deep, and dark. Like the Pacific Ocean
You deserve her if she writes about you
'Cause from all of the people she chose you
She chose your hazy-looking prehnite eyes
She chose your opinions and your perspective
she chose your way of doing things
while she always does what she wants herself
Oh to be loved by a poet!
That passion, that romanticism, that hearth
It is very rare, and if you catch it
Hold on as long as you can
Because even if she dies
You will never die
You will live in her poetry
You will hide in her words, in her world
You won't be forgotten very easily
If she LOVES you with HER HEART¨
You will know it from the way she writes
it will be a unique and timeless romance
'Cause in her heart you will always have a place
I've come to realize something
I really don't know what love is
'Cause all my life I've been
in love with the tiniest things
Like a little girl's sweet smile
like a boy's generosity
like a lady's help for an old women
and the old women's smile back at her
like a bird singing like she is in a choir
or a cat's sudden look at me
like the rain's sound and earthy smell
or a cloudy day's laziness
like the sunny day's memories
like a girl's dancing to a song
like a boy's look at me in the eyes
like sweet and soft hugs
like lovers look at each other
like a woman on a balcony
drinking coffee and watching around
like a little cute laugh of a boy
like the bus drivers waving
to another bus driver
like everyone who is themselves
without anything that stops them
when in reality there are obstacles
but they are mentally brave enough to fight them
for me,
love is in everyone I've seen
and in every place I've been
I always felt and still feel like
I left some part of me
in everyone I've seen
and in every place I've been
But I've come to realize that
I also found myself in them
That's why I think love
is everywhere
but only people who are brave enough to feel it
can see and find it
Maybe I am just not brave enough anymore.
I have these dreams where I don't die but get close to. So-called nightmares. There are times I drown I explode from an atomic bomb I t...
