The Poet and His Lover

Him

  He is the poem

 the poem is he

 they shared one soul.

 When I

 remembered

 he was

 a little less

 incomplete

 trying to solve

 the unsteady

 pieces

 of his chaotic

 world

 all I know was

 that i 

want to touch him

 to see him glow

 I want to hold him

 to let him know

 but i never tried to

 so i let him go

 Inspite of winds

 i tried to tell him

 i needed another chance

 by the blow it was heavy 

and i missed it again.

 I tried to forget

 but when do

 beautiful minds

 go empty?

 I told him

 so close already

 and I said

 we're best to be best friends.

 He said,

 we can't be friends

 break each other

 He doesn't want to

 break me

 we need something else

 more powerful

 than friends 

an emergence 

of something 

 called
love