I have all the time in the universe
to fall in love
When I do
the world will fade out
And the summer breeze
Will shake the trees
Above us
Reminding Mother Nature
About what leaves do in Fall


So Who are you to love me
When I’m not ready
To accept all my flaws

there is nothing,
that could stop me
from not doing it.

Our morning dew turns to rain;
our spotlight turns to star;
our decorations turn to monuments;
our love turned to life.

Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art

Words are a sail,
   
 that is either
     Greeted at the port of others.

Or shipwrecked on the rocks  
of
    ignorance...