It came as a discovery, really
I've only started to realize
That coincidences, though they exist
Are not common occurrences
Everything that led up to now
Happened for a reason
As much as I'd like to
Dismiss it as a coincidence
I can't bring myself to
Each day is full of surprises
And that's what excites me the most

I want someone to lay down with
One I could have a
Unintelligible conversation with
Yet keep her entertained
That's the kind of thing I'd cherish

It's only during the times
We are close do I feel
I can boast about
How I do not fear
About today or tomorrow
Because on each new morning
There's something to
Look forward to
And fulfill
And I've always had that
In myself, yet I didn't know it
All it took was
Your kind words and company
For me to show it

Is difficult to come by
These days
It seems trends
Take prevalence
Over genuine creativity
Replicating what's in
And it's shameful
All that's needed
Is the thrill
Of discovery
Taking risks
What's needed
Is originality

She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.