If I could answer all the whys and hows of love like she can speak words with ink paint and pen, I would let go all the caged birds of my heart and never fall again. But snow this long has kept me whole, and I will try my hardest not to melt- I cannot deny what he never felt.
It makes sense to me, at least.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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