Poetry is like “her”
So beautiful
Better than nature

But it can hurt you
As much as love you
And even confuse your life

But through the pain
All the sorrow
“She” gives you tomorrow

She's the reason to live
And the one to die for
Even if your love was poor

Though I shed tears
On many days
Somehow she amazes me

Everything about her
From her head to heart
She was perfect from the start

I am deeply in love
It has already unfurled
Into this world

But she is gone
I am weak
There's nothing I can do not seek

What's the point now
To suffer while she smiles?
And walk the extra mile?

To my death
Where the suffering will end
And maybe one day
We'll see each other again

Until then
I live with depression
With no end

She is happy
I am not
And there goes the faded plot

Of our once planned future
Now in the shadows
And blended into the cattle

Poetry is like “her”
Makes the heart purr
And also suffer