She's something else, but not entirely different. If she were flower and if you plant her in a garden, she would not standout. But when you look closely to her petals, carefully study her beauty, you will slowly find mystery in her shape. How she blooms when the stars and the moon are the only left awake, and rather hides when morning starts to arouse. The way she only unveils her true color after months of watering her with comfort. Till one day you find your palms holding a pot that you've never foreseen to place her, your feet walking towards your house, and her, now making your home feel perfect. You collide with her world, and you fall in love with her. You watch her as she grows, and you fall in love with her even more.
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Glitters on Bloodied Words
PoesíaAnd we all chase death But what we seek is salvation. Let pen move like your lips Ink spilled like your voice Words to compose your thoughts And write it on a paper like you're screaming to the world. A collection of poems and excerpts
