We are the PoetsWe are the Hopeless RomanticsMore Like This
Seranading and parading flowers to people who don't understand our antics.
Our hearts double the size of the Atlantic
and triple it with every frantic beat
For whom we swear is the one.
We daydream in the summer sun and watch as the clouds spell..
We are the Storytellers
Telling tales of struggle to those who doubt that it is real.
Of days without meals or smiling faces
We put our broken bones in trophy cases
We wear our scars like body art and purple hearts like medals
Engraved with the words..
We are the Activists
The pointer finger pointing at what needs repair
The pinky promise to the world we share
And the thumbs up for making it this far.
We will uncurl our wreckingball fists to pick up hammers and nails
So that even if we fail,
The monuments of our lives will forever read..
We are the Poets