She is a contradiction
A diminuendo wrapped in a crescendo
Forte inked in pianissimo
Presto marred with adagio
An ecstatic rhapsody dipped in anger
A melancholy symphony doused in jollity
A lively concerto framed with sorrow
A gloomy melody showered with laughter
She is one with herself
And also the opposite
She is black and white
Like the piano keys she plays
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
