The World of Poets

Inexplicable words, Wild minds, Strange emotions... A brutal heart, Butterflies and thorns, Angels and demons, Mermaids and vampires, Lilies and Goths, An aggressive world, Filled with beauty, That no eyes can see, But this beauty is right in front of me, A streaking shadow That emerges through the darkness A dark rainbow that colors the sky An immortal tear we always cry, Confusion, An illusion That we live A life we can never give, No sympathy No one understands, It’s no fantasy It’s a world we build by our own hands, Immortality, Fatality A world designed For us to use our minds, A pen and a paper Could express our haunted feelings Taking us to a world That reflects a stab that is not healing, Our blood is cold And our hearts are broken But our world is made out of gold It can never be sold, Sadness makes us, Happiness might break us Our eyes can see A hidden world created by poetry….