You don’t look at the sunrise or sunset and think maybe soften the orange a bit, maybe use more blue or splatter hues of pink and purple across the sky. You simply admire it. You enjoy the moment. Captured by the sheer brillance of it all.
That’s how I look at you.
When I see you I don’t think maybe soften the edges, hide the past, modify behaviour. I see all of you. Beneath the layers, behind the walls, rounding corners and dark alleyways, all of it. And I admire all of it because you are you in your own right like I am me in my own right.
I see you spilling from the canvas in all colours. So go ahead and spill.
Splatter, shatter or stain.
I will admire it all.
Captivated, entraped and fascinated by it all.
It’s a luxury I own. It’s a luxury I know.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
