22/America If writers were like flowers, then I would be a fresh bud just now blooming. The elegance and expression of poetry have drawn me into it like a black hole consumes light. I hope my foolish attempts at poetry do not insult those posting. 67 followers / 5.2k words
you were my universe a face full of stars eyes like ocean planets but they froze over you had a smile like a sun but it went supernova the sharp cold of space stole away into an emptiness that you had filled with love you became a nebula beautiful and unattainable
flow like water through the rapids let not one drop go move in heavy groups rushing past the rocks let not the stone stop you push and push till we all flow through freely now
Life is crazy right now, but we cannot rest until we see true change.