when a heart broken lover pours out all her feelings and translates them onto words. something beautiful gets created. appreciated by many but never the one she's always written her heart out for.
It’s all worth it even if lately it hasn’t been easy; when he reaches for my hand and says, “Thank you for helping me peach.” Although he doesn’t need to thank me. I would do anything for him.
We are the sun and moon Created as a pairs But never really be together We can only greeting each other at the dusk Too busy filling the beauty of the horizon
A poet is no more than a person A mother A daughter A lover Someone needing release Or someone needing to recover
It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared. And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.