The poet's pain

Till his words begin to weep

She picks up a photograph
And cleans it with her dress
A smile, stolen from better times,
Her heart weep.

Her tears become the poet's ink
As he writes his heartache free
Her stain becomes his work of art
She ordained me a poet

Another day has come and gone
For this lonely days unforseen
She tries to find her way back home
Through her tiny pieces of mind

He writes untill his heartache's gone
And her tears no longer remain
She renamed her feelings
It'a called, The Poet's Pain