I didn't give permission,
For my heart to be written in,
But there are his words,
Beautiful.
Unique.
Amazing.
Perplexing.
Just like graffiti.
They helped heal me,
My heart no longer torn,
My love ever growing,
Like art.
Like graffiti.
My tears no longer stain,
There are no cheeks of red,
His love changed my life,
My sadness,
My lack of hope,
All changed by his graffiti.
He covers every part of my mind,
His everlasting love matching mine,
I can only hope that I've covered him,
With my love,
My happiness,
My hope,
My graffiti.
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Feelings
PoetryJust a collection of poems, maybe a few short stories, and a couple rants...
