It's been awhile
since I wrote
but it's one of those nights
that my words take shape
in a silent scream.
The poet can find
inspiration in almost anything
but we find the most satisfaction
in the dark and the dreary and the hopeless
when we feel ugly
or unwanted
or alone
because we can make something beautiful
out of something that is broken
and even though there are tear stains
on my face
and on my paper
I can turn those streaks of emotion
into a gentle rain
that whispers that
love does exist
and dreams do come true
and life is worth living
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
It's been awhile
since I wrote
but it's one of those nights
that my words take shape
in a silent scream.
The poet can find
inspiration in almost anything
but we find the most satisfaction
in the dark and the dreary and the hopeless
when we feel ugly
or unwanted
or alone
because we can make something beautiful
out of something that is broken
and even though there are tear stains
on my face
and on my paper
I can turn those streaks of emotion
into a gentle rain
that whispers that
love does exist
and dreams do come true
and life is worth living
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