Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.
sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.
some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.
wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.
holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.
love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.
Sometimesthe things that make you cryare more beautifulthan the thingsthat make you laugh.
Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.
i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.
my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.
If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.
the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.
fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.
slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.
Look athow deeply flawedwe areand yet capable of lovingso perfectly.
when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.
Look, moonI turned silver for you.
A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.
sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.
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