Poems and words, this art form is so beautiful.
It can provoke a few emotions with the slightest of ease.
Nouns and verbs to catch every glance you've taken and turn it into a movie.
Because she's not just reading her book, no.
She silently sifts through pages, seamlessly occupied for ages and in the same spot she sat for hours. In her same faded oversized shirt, with a cigarette.
What worth she has and she doesn't know. She's reading into another story but hers is all I care about.
But poems can do that to you!
Yes! Cause when I say I love her, I don't just mean that I love her. I mean the sun shines brighter for her, I mean that tides are pulled by her emotions cause she is the sun and the moon and the earth and the water. I mean to say that not only does my heart revolve around hers like the relationship between two planets, but I live for her. Eat, breath and die for her.
I mean that poetry isn't just beautiful because words sound nice, I mean poetry is beautiful because you make it beautiful.
Little pieces of you laid out into text for the world to see. Now that's beautiful.