I am a poet.
When you walk into the room,
I could write a thousand songs,
About the way you walk,
About the way you move along,
About the way you carry yourself,
About the way you fly,
Yet when the day comes when I finally meet your gaze,
For some reason,
All my words die.
It’s not because I have nothing to say,
It’s not because I don’t want you to know,
It’s because in my heart of hearts,
I’ve scared myself to stone.
I pretend to let myself feel heard,
I pretend to let myself be seen,
Yet until my words flutter through the air,
My existence is but a dream.
Yet, in a single moment,
Your eyes catch my own,
and if they’re able to notice,
My heart will automatically start to glow,
It might take some time to tell you,
It might take some time to feel,
But if you trust in me, your fool,
I will make the time to say,
That I’ve been a poet for eternity,
That I’ve been a poet for life,
Yet until I saw your gaze that day,
I had no reason why.
For you see I am a poet,
But a poet just for you,
And if you asked me how poetic the world was,
I’d point you towards an image of you