You do not know the gravity of heartbreak
Till you meet a poet, but again- he breaks....
You think honey and sugar are the Sweetest
Till you spend few hours with a poetess.....une belle poétesse..
A poet will make a day seems night,
You will pray for an endless flight.......
He turns darkness into day with sharp sun.
his pen, he paints the sky for you, like he did for his son......
He takes you to Paris without leaving his parlour
He buys you Bugatti, with words from his hollow ground......
Yet, you feel it in real world,
Believe me! ! !
A little here and a little there makes it all balance
Nothing is ever balance with a poet in his palace.......
He doesn't take you out on romantic night
But inside: you already feel like a knight.........
He paints cinemas for you in writing
He praises you on subway with poetic lightening.......
You forget, what adventures looks like.
Never give your life to a poet crossing the port
If so, on se voit au port.....
Poets don't have a heart,
Their souls are in different pages, of the earth
how many pages can you gather?
Who can you give your heart to if not a poet though?
He alone knows what the heart is made of
He alone can sooth the broken heart
Mends it with different tissues
He alone knows what to love truly mean,
He brings back your broken.. pieces
You look the mirror and its all straighten
Poets don't have a heart, they can't be broken
Because they belong to everyone.......
And everyone is a poet too.
But; mon genre de poète aime à peine
...........This is Solace talking poetry.......
Topic(s) of this poem: poem, poems
Form: Blues Poem
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