You are a noun.
A noun that distinctly exists-
common to others,
but proper to me.
You are a verb.
A verb that gives motion,
to every stagnant life,
and the missing link to my puzzled heart.
You are an adjective.
An adjective that modifies,
and clarifies who you are,
and what you are to me.
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YOU ARE READING
Dark and Beautiful
PoésieSometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
