Poetic Justice

he sat there, not a word was spoken
his soul had been shattered and broken
he was like a ghost, not a soul could see him
but only because the lights were dim

he was amazing, with a gift from God himself
and he was removed from the shelf
He was renowned for his gifted word use
and falling in love was his excuse

his heartfelt words fell on the paper, like they had fallen from the sky
and he made so many people cry
because his words were honest
he was no pianist

his poetry amazed even the most incomplete
and there was no one in his backseat
people only knew him by his poetic words
they flew into people, just like birds

the world became different, because of his gift
and he never had any rifts
he knew what he was doing would help others
so then they could help one another

his words were like poetic justice
so he would never suffer injustice
his words were like stars
he even knew how to speak to superstars