‘You have the heart of a poet,’ you said
And it was when I described how I feel when you’re gone
Like a dark hallway when lights went off
My poetry is a rare gem born out of passion
I can’t create it when I want it
It wants to be there
And then I just can’t help it
Which, incidentally, is the same way I feel about you
So it’s a coin toss between insanity
And embarrassing myself with
Bad poetry
Heart of a Poet
Poetry Gets Reignited
