Poets are dreamers

Poets are dreamers. 
All my life I've wanted to be loved, heard, understood.
Poets are mystics, spreading their potions across pages that have always known.
my pencil writes these words as of they'll save me, but my lead is weak and feels as though it'll break. 


Sadly, in the end, people and words fail us.
I still have hope for both.


Foolish woman!