Poetry ❤️

Since the time I was introduced to them, words have always been my favourite friends to live with. They have been there when my soul literally had nobody. They have made me feel HOME when I had started to believe I don't belong here. And here is the most beautiful form of my truest friend: Poetry. 

As long as I LIVE, no matter in what form, I will live with YOU. ❤️

Her love, my love, is poetry

Frozen soul roaming in a summer night

Her warm winter melts you in a sight

She will be simple, if you just see

Let yourself view her, let her be free

You'll find the solace you used to crave

You'll find a mess, eyes; wet and brave

She'll be your happy pen, write your sad lines

For you'll be insane, write your mad lines

She will grow with you in symmetry

Her love, my love, is poetry

Can you see ART? Yes, you'll feel her

Have you been HURT? Yes, you'll heal her

She will make you cry with all smiles

Will make you crawl from distance miles

Will be with you, still you'll miss

Just the presence, absolute bliss

So full of life yet so wounded

So beautiful, so complicated

Even alive inside the cemetery

Her love, my love, is poetry