The heart of a poet
Is like a room filled with factual lies
Like fairy tales we imagine
a world of fantasy that doesn't exist
Sometimes putting our experiences aside
To explore the depth, length and width of another person's shoes
Not minding about the exit.
Nor flashbacks on the entrance to this world of emotions
Where we sympathize with those,
whose shoes we drag on in an ink
Even though sometimes ther'e too big for us
But our hearts are too heavy to give up

So we carry on
A life in a book
Pick up those flashbacks to throw light on future
We light the whole heart
Even though it's darkened by what hurt us
Personifying our emotions to breathe into the physical
That even when the mouth is...