i never knew how happiness felt like
until it became real,
because he is the happiness
and he is real.
i never knew how freedom felt like
until it became a form,
because he is the freedom
and he is a form.
he is.
he is an art,
an art that couldn't be done by anyone else but him,
because he is the artist.
no one can be both,
but he can.
no one is perfect,
but he is.
no one is the one,
but He is.
he is.
YOU ARE READING
the barrier.
Poetrythe rain will fall, as much as her tears drop as much as her words that she almost tell as much as her feelings that she always hide. they will also fall upon the earth and dry up, along with the rain. -escarlatee, 2017. [all poems are mine].
