Of course loving her is hard
Writers are difficult to love
and she is one of those mad hatter kind,
Pulls words out of her hat
Squeezing and wringing her heart,
Riddles and questions she doesnt know the answer to
You will never know what she is thinking
For she sees the world
through the sad eyes of a poet,
Nightmares of rabbitholes
Rainfall as tears
The angel of death, a lover
and people as monsters
You will never know if you could ever love her enough
Because she never reveals her depth
and with every line that she writes
Her emotions and heartaches seem to resonate
from a much deeper abyss of her love
Its puzzling, isnt it?
To look at her staring at something far off,lost
and wonder if she wants to be there with you
Does the hint of darkness in her bother you?
The way her presence itself seems to cloud over
and mark her territory
The last poem she wrote about a recreant lover,
Did it scare you?
Of course she is hard to love,
She gets in your head and on your nerves,
The mad hatter with her wand of insanity
If you pay heed to her scribbles
If only you have the courage to stay
May be you could solve her riddles
and help her write a fairytale
where the evil queen gets a happy ending
Such beautiful poetry.
Portrays how beautiful the poet must be!
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Aaww.Thank you ☺☺
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enchanting and amazing ❤
No wonder words keep you awake.
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Thanks 😘😘
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