Poetic Justice

The poem I could never write

See,
I've written poems,
About life and her meaning,
About death, and his depair.
Poems where their love was what
Made them beautiful.
Poems where their love
Was what made them so broken.

I've written peoms,
About devastating beginnings,
And glorious endings.
Where a start is not formed to perfection,
But an end, worth all the imperfection.

Some of my poems form a wall around my
Heart,
Others tear that wall apart.
They heal a fractured mind,
Others only fracture a healed mind.

Sometimes my words are those of beauty,
Of a glorious walk in the park,
With withering thoughts,
And faltering fears,
Of sunlight rays,
Inevitably mixed with flicks of starlight.

My words can be of devastation,
Of broken eyes,
And shattered pieces of a heart,
All created by my "beauty".

I've written so much,
Of worthless things,
Of Tender hearts,
And broken souls.

But the only poem worth writing,
Seems not to want to grace my pages.
Perhaps it's not the pages that are at fault
Maybe, just maybe
My mind refuses to waver back,
To the delicate thought of you.

See, I know not how to describe you,
An image so broken,
Yes eyes so whole?
How do you describe,
Someone that makes the world a nation?
But  they do so only in their mind.

I think you're too beautiful,
Yet too ugly at the same time.
It Breaks my heart to see you in this way,
But never get to put you into my words.
If people saw who you were,
The world wouldn't dare take you for
Granted.

See, you're the poem I could never write,
You're the poem that runs through my veins
And beats to my heart.
The poem I could never write.

(A/n: this is so corny at the end lol...
What did you think?
Xoxo
Nikita)