Poet

She stays up at night
trying to arrange the words in her mind
trying to express what she feels with a rhyme.

she writes over and over again
about a broken heart, a lonely soul and a lost friend
she keeps writing without a name
about a cruel lie, a hollow dream and a loveless game

she doesn't struggle through the words
although she's deeply hurt
she writes about the good and the dirt
breaking all her protective walls

She can't feel the time passing by
she remembers every lover's smile
every judging eye
and all those senseless lies

She found a way to stop the tears she cried
she found a way to end those sleepless nights
she found a way to say what's in her mind
she found a way to block her desire to die

The pain drains with each line
the words show whats real
she no longer has to hide behind a smile
she's finally saying what she feels

She writes about the ones she loves
about a friend who showed her how to be strong
about a dear one who had been with her all along
about the one who showed her the real meaning of love

She writes about the ones that doesn't care
about the ones that are always there
about the nightmares and her biggest fears
about everything, clear or unclear

She writes her heart, mind and soul out
and this might be the only thing that makes her proud
and this might be the only thing that makes her stand out
and today, poem and myself is what I write about