If there's one thing I may tell you,
It's that this world is beautiful too,
The places you go and the people you meet
could never be any more true,
And if you think this world is strange,
Just think of the smiles you've got,
The kindness and warmth that kept you alive,
When your eyes suffered from a drought,
Maybe your life is a barren desert,
And you've walked a million miles,
But the girl who loves and breathes alone
Still has a hint of magic in her smile,
So every time that you wake up now,
You could pass the love in your soul,
Maybe then you might just say,
That your reality makes you whole.
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
