This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning,
to sunder the fear of a mind where it crashes as if thunder.
To she who, believes a revolution is near and sees love as but rising.
To she who, bearing an open mind lets passion burn,
writing from the ashes of wonder.
"Never put yourself in a box.
For our veins are like the veins of a leaf,
the rings in our necks are that of the rings of a tree."
"Sometimes we need to separate ourselves from the world to create the art that sustains it."
You separated me from doubts when the pain hit,
I seperated myself from the world now I wish to change it.
So no matter how big both of our names get, hopeful I am we both make it.
This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning.
Written by, one who sees his dreams a little less frightening.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning,
to sunder the fear of a mind where it crashes as if thunder.
To she who, believes a revolution is near and sees love as but rising.
To she who, bearing an open mind lets passion burn,
writing from the ashes of wonder.
"Never put yourself in a box.
For our veins are like the veins of a leaf,
the rings in our necks are that of the rings of a tree."
"Sometimes we need to separate ourselves from the world to create the art that sustains it."
You separated me from doubts when the pain hit,
I seperated myself from the world now I wish to change it.
So no matter how big both of our names get, hopeful I am we both make it.
This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning.
Written by, one who sees his dreams a little less frightening.
Dedicated to Ava
