Poems

People are not poems

They will never fit your mold

But sometimes if they let you

You can curl inside their soul

And I have seen you at your weakest

When you do just what your told

And you have found me in wreckage

When I was without a home

For that I think I owe you

Just a little bit of poem

A solemn nod to love

That you have not done me wrong

All your little secrets

That I keep now as my own

I treasure all your darkness

And let you take some light back home

All your little worries

Give me them to hold

I’ve got pictures of your scars

And the times you weren’t whole

You’ve carried all my troubles

But you could’ve let them go

You’ve had me all this time

And you’ve never let me go

People are not poems

And you sure don’t fit my mold

But you let me and I let you

Curl inside my soul

Curl inside my soul