How can something so rare possibly be explained.
It can’t be.
That’s why we touch it with such gentleness, as it’s kept under lock and   key.
Given with such sincerity, as our vulnerability shadows us.
Is Love merely a sacrifice?
A piece of ourselves willingly given?
Love can not be so specific, where’s the magic in that?  
If I could count the reasons I loved you,  then I never truly loved you at all.

This world,
It doesn’t fit with you

Content.
I am content with every move that I make.
I can float as high as the universe allows me.
Even gravity couldn’t hold me down.
I float Higher than the brightest skys.
My shadow no longer to be seen.
And then i fall like the rain as it hits my windshield.
I am content.
Content with this motionless feeling.

For now I will let you go
I still feel you
I always will
But this is me
And it is time
For i will Kiss you goodbye
For every nights sky has its last star

This color is primary
Solid and definite
It’s an original piece of art
primal,
Created from the beginning of time
It belongs to the rainbows and indefinite skys
And it shines within the oceans and paints the days with it’s reflection
its the best I can describe
There are a few of us that possess this color
As it lives within our eyes
This color is primary,
Definite and never forgotten

You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️

Words are powerful
Words can change the mind
Words can express
Words can communicate
They portray real emotion, meaning
Words can inspire
They sing and dance
Words could detonate within these intrigued minds of ours
Words are creative, free flowing
Words could change your life
Change the world
They travel
To every inch of our universe
words are powerful