Dear Mariah,
Who are you? I don't know.
All I know are your words.
Your words with out capitals,
because they don't need to be constrained my things like grammar,
rules.
Your words without rhymes,
because they pain a picture on their own, just letters,
emotions.
Your words are just letters,
but together they are something more, something incredible-
consciousness.
Your words are something unique, something never before seen,
Your words are hope,
Pain,
Confusion,
Wonder.
Dear Mariah,
Treasure your words.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Dear Mariah,
Who are you? I don't know.
All I know are your words.
Your words with out capitals,
because they don't need to be constrained my things like grammar,
rules.
Your words without rhymes,
because they pain a picture on their own, just letters,
emotions.
Your words are just letters,
but together they are something more, something incredible-
consciousness.
Your words are something unique, something never before seen,
Your words are hope,
Pain,
Confusion,
Wonder.
Dear Mariah,
Treasure your words.
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