Torn From the Pages of My Heart
Poets
We...
Are marvels
Worth dissecting
Word by word,
Minute by minute.
A wonderland
We all are,
Each with our own
Insatiable hunger.
Maybe we are not
Meant to be understood,
For there's no completion there;
Rather, we might be meant
To be felt...
With any emotion possible.
We are...
The strongest, and yet...
The most fragile art;
We with our kind pages always
Being stabbed with
The evilness of heart.
