Saved

Was she a girl that wanted to save a boy?

Cause he was a boy who wanted to be saved once,

Shattered into pieces, he rebuilt himself brick by brick,

Pain becoming the mortar.

The one who would save him never arrived

Until that kiss that melted his being, making him realise

That there is more to being human than what Darwin says.

Love is personal, alchemy of souls is not,

Languages differ, essences speak to each other.

Her scent smells to him like home, always, forever.

Some poets are warriors,

Some are cowards,

And some just write to soothe their souls.

Wounds of souls are an epidemic,

They not special.

Healed and scarred,

He watches her from afar.

The boy would compensate each day for the reasons he couldn't get her, effortlessly. 

When someone makes you feel Darwin is wrong,

They are right for you.