a poet
First, try to express
the feeling in the form of poem
But
He fail coz of language
Can't bring the feeling into words
Why??
In simple term,
Languages are like kaleidoscope
The same feeling can bring
Millions of poems...
The day
feeling are transform into Exact poem....
The day all the poets of the world die..

love is like falling,
but never touching the ground
love is like a fragile flower opening to the warmth of spring,
love is like having the urge,
to constantly brighten someone's day
love is being under a blanket of comfort
that never grows cold,
everyone should experience love,
at one point in their life,
because it can change someone's life forever.
-sh

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you show the lights that stop me.
turn to stone.
you shine it when i’m alone.

There is a big difference
Between leaving behind cold tracks
In the snow
And lending a warm hand to lead.

I drowned in the self love you taught me but even worse...it left when you did.
I don't know if I loved you, how do you even know? You gave me hope that I wouldn't be so alone in this new big world of mine
But, turns out that I wasted your time
I don't know why I wasn't enough but hell...at this point, that's not what bothers me
It bothers me that you took every ounce that I poured into you but couldn't bother to absorb my weeping minerals
As the days go on, I can't help but to feel confused
Because sometimes I'm those weeping minerals begging to be absorbed by the first thing to come my way
Then
Other days, I'm a ******* stunning willow that has taken those minerals and bloomed
I don't need you, just like you don't need me
I just wish you would've known that I was too much to absorb before I let my roots run dry
Drier than the desert, trying to satisfy your roots,
But
It's okay
Because I will continue to bloom into my ******* stunning willow
While you will eventually beg for me to come water your roots
I will be beautiful & touchless
& you...
You will be shriveled up & dying like I once was for a splash of affection

Forgive my sins
I didn't realize loving him
Went against everything I believed in

Tiger, i
swim at night to keep my skins
Pale. And marinate moon-dipped tundras.
Splash, ripples as i spear tides with flesh and bone, collapse into waters taut as untested brides. 'Paradise,' I'm told, though my eyes reveal but shadows upon the shores. Not to be depressing.
Stay under with me a bit longer my love.