I am one of those
That will set myself
On fire to keep you warm

I stood
On the scale before I met you
I was one hundred and forty four
I once again stepped on that same scale
I weighed one forty four again
The scale was off
I looked skinny but my love for you was heavy

Learning to love her silence
She makes no noise
I wish I knew what she would say
She’s like a cracked door
Beaming light
Keeping a hidden side to her
I wish I would see
And yet, For being the quietest around me
She captures my attention

I met her
It was under the star light
She then lifted her *******
And we then both spent the night
We then loved
On and on
with no end
Until we had to stop
We both knew we had lives apart
She was my friend
And we both knew if this started
That surly would end
We chose lust and passion
Over Being friends
We went back to lusting
Agian knowing the passion
Was burning between as such
Much of us were given that night
And now it's been every night since
We both go on together
With touch
I touch her on top of her skin
Smoothly gliding
Ready for me to give in
She then touches me back
And responding given
So we both join together like one
We both break away until
the daylight of the sun
We both know we chose lust
And our friendship is done

Beauty is poetry
Its the expression of emotion
liturature with style
written for others or ones self
In silence or said out loud
Every word is specific
Written with quality
Not quantity
It's soft and soothing
Written with beauty
That's an art
That's poetry
Read one and fall into an illusion
It draws the action, the place
It keeps rhythmitic pace
Its graceful
And full of passion
Feelings you can't bare
Using words to slash them
Poetry is art it's an action
A battle with each verse
Expressing
The best and the worst
Breaking each emotion with taste
Moving with motion
Without haste
Its poetry not a waste
Its defining
Your feelings with grace
Poetry is words
With art
Its music without instruments
Its commonsense
To express
Poetry is Like ***
You can **** or  love
It can be beautful or rough
Did I define it enough
This is poetry
And It's not dead

People believe I'm happy
because of the expression on my face
Only because I smile I laugh  and I express grace
But in reality I feel separated
from the human race

I'm not a martian
No demon
Nor an angel from above

I'm classified as an expression
Emotion
Like love

Living my life for others
Not myself

Living to find happiness
And an expression like my own
Because I don't want to die
Or be alone

Every day i see the stars from above
Hoping some where out their is love

What if i told you,
That the reason why i date you,
Is to make poems of you?

What if i told you,
That i never truely loved you,
Rather i only needed you?

What if i told you,
I gain inspiration by being with you,
And by breaking up with you?

What if i told you,
I write of the things you do,
And the pains you put me through?

What if i told you,
I expect the heart break from losing you,
It helps me get a better point of view?

So forgive me for ever hurting you,
My poetry always comes before you,
Only her do I trust as really true.