Like a star slowly appearing in the mist of a thunderstorm.
The elegance of a brain recognized for what it once was.
A heart of gold reaching to be bold.
Yet only few get the phrase.
I wanted to hold the universe in my hand.
I wanted to find the missing piece.
Yet I never realized it right infront of me.
A steady soul in a mind feild of gold.
Not all perfect but enough to hold.
This all in a timely manner.
This galaxy is more then simple matter.
Its what we create it to be in an instance.
Its who we chose to be around in our exsistence.
Its more then just empty souls.
Its better to experience it all then be told.
As a hand reaches out telling fine.
Nothing else has made me feel as blind.
The strict law of motion in periodic labels where time come into place.
I want it all to fall back just in case.
As all the empty floats away.
As the smiles become my everyday.
This distance comes out to play.
An exsistence of slower decay.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
