And they say unfinished work is one of the most beatiful forms of art; no one can tell the ending, and you can imagine your own result. A work in progress just like other vessel finding his own way to become the piece that everyone longing to become the most lovely.
And maybe our affinity is the most glamorous of it; imagine everyone saying, "Maybe you lived happy with the love of your life, and no one can ask anything more than that; living with your sunshine giving the same light to each other, helping each other to grow like a Cpysela in a Sunflower field. Everyone yearning for that, even myself.
But this is us like an unfinished work, we just can't stop without giving a hint to each other that we turn black and white. We just stop without uncorking those bones that we used to give to each other to heal.
And maybe, putting our loved ones to an art is the most courageous act; they will live in our hearts forever and they will stay. And maybe this is the reason why I will always put you in every piece that I write. Because in every poem of being woebegone and leaving, you choose to stay.
Honey, in every art that I make, you choose to love me and stay even you did not.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
