It is said that
I am a poet ,
No,
I am simply a lover
Who makes miracles
Out of madness
A lover who offers life
And sees all as beautiful
I make art with my words
And so, I make love
No,
I don’t have time for loathing
And so, often times
I keep my darkness,
It doubles as my light
In spite of its shadow.
I am one of life’s saddest students
Who in time, has figured out
How to build wings from gratitude
How to fly free from sadness
How to build strength from lost
How to make love from loss
So with that being said
**** the clouds over my head
Yes,
Edmund black just said it
He may even repeat it
**** the clouds over my head
I’ll just cry in color
And paint myself a new Sky