We.

We cut open the minutes

And pour poetry inside them

Trying to immortalize the seconds.

We hear a thousand stories

In the silence

Between the moonbeams.

We see a million colours

In the darkness that resides

In the spaces between two stars.

We listen to the poetry

Of the earth,

And when madness rides on moonlight,

We give the poetry we have

Back to the universe.

Sometimes, we are

The poetry of the earth.

We talk to rainbows,

And our words weeps

With unchained melodies.

We hide beneath

The lonely layers of the night

Because, in the darkness

Our fire glows.

We are made of

Run-down buildings and ancient ruins;

Dilapidated houses, and forgotten cities.

We are infinity

Trapped inside a body.

They said we could be something.

So we became the poets

Who never were.

We reside somewhere

Over the rainbow

Watching you take your girl

On a moonlight drive.

Tell the world

The poets are coming.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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