Sometimes being a poet kills the human
in me.
Why does everything have to be in a
metaphorical sense?
Why does everything have to get stuck in
poetry?
I wonder why,
why does your mini smile feel like
a billion butterflies in my belly?
Why does your eyes feel like an ocean
& your lips like those red roses petals ?
Why does your hugs have to be like
sweatshirts
& cuddles like coffees ?
Why does that touch have to resemble a
twilight
& kisses like my favourite candies ?
Why does your muscles make you seem
a horse
& riding on you takes me to heaven.
Why does it have to be this way!?
Why does everything have to get stuck in
poetry?
Why can’t your smile just be a cute wee
curve
& hugs just be a warm closer caress ?
Why be a coffee, why can’t cuddles just
be nesting in eachother tight?
Why can’t these kisses just be
“kisses”?
Why is our sex taking me to heaven?
Why can’t it fairly be like making love
right then & there?
Why do I live in metaphors and ironies &
not exactly in the moment?
Why does everything have to get stuck in
poetry?
Why can’t my feelings be free !?
I’m a doctor and a art enthusiast. I love arts. May it be any form. I love including something artistic in my daily routine. I do poetry, painting, crafts and few more. Bad at dancing but I’ll still do : P I’m aspiring psychiatrist by the way. I feel good about putting this on any kind of bio of mine. P.s. I believe in love more than anything !