Art
You came into my life as a blank canvas, unknown to me, and not too interesting.
But you made me feel something, and then I was suddenly into you, and I honestly didn't know what I was getting.
You came so strong—expressive and straightforward—that at first I was so afraid of how to respond.
Events miraculously changed; I had enough courage. Do you own a wand?
There's nothing permanent in our lives; I might lose you one day, but who cares?
I'm beyond happy that I have you now, and I got you. My heart flares.
What you do, what you create, and what you've done aren't perfect.
Art it is; the effects you have on me are certainly epic.
I haven't seen your eyes, your smile, the way your hair waves in the wind, or your lips.
Just you being expressive made me not ask myself why I am whipped.
I'll forever thank the one who created you.
You're undeniably beautiful; you know why—it's the things you do!
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Expressing sentiments
PoezjaRecords of my very own thoughts, stories, poems, etc. that had been piling up on my notes for far too long. If you don't have anything to do, you can read FF. sentiments for fun. I made this to serve as a storage space or a destination for everythin...
