In one life,
We look into each other's eyes
And all the world bursts with color.
In the next,
My name leaves your lips
And lightning strikes.
In the next,
Our hands touch
And stars crash down on our heads.
In another,
My lips touch yours
And the world stops breathing.
In the last,
We grasp hands
And let ourselves be carried away by the waves.
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Art Will Survive, Artists Won't
PoetryThis book is a compilation of free-form poetry that I've written. Most of it is pretty personal, but I hope you'll like it regardless. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: depression, self-harm, lgbtq+, suicidal thoughts
