When it comes to poetry.
When it comes to love.
When it comes to heartbreaks.
The ones you run from.
It all paints a picture.
It all tells a story.
The most intimate art.
Shines in all its glory.
Bare tells all tales.
Honesty keeps the spark.
Fable colors outside the lines.
My poetry sets the mark.
Whether black or blue.
The pain it soothes.
With the pen I use
And the story blooms.
But tonight I write.
Of love first sight.
Written in lead.
To escape false light.
I have learned through time.
Emotions can vary.
Having something to erase.
Might be less scary.
Cause the love fades.
But the memory stays.
And hope retains.
Though reality....
