[Beautiful Pain - Alec Benjamin]
I never quite believed in fate; until I met you.
A light shot out of the sky on the day he was born...
People said the sky wept with tears of stars and the sun streamed out through the night.
That was when they knew he was special.
But to me, that's not why he was one of a kind.I liked him because he was himself.
He wept for the leaves, the birds and the animals that lost the battle we call life.
He held my hand as if letting go might make me fly away from him.
And he sang.
He sang with such beauty that even the winds stop rustling to listen to his melodies.
I loved his heart best;
For I am sure it is made of the purest of golds.
He gave a little bit of himself to everything he met.
But he said I could have the biggest part; because I gave him the entirety of mine.
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Poetry𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐦: 𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩, 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓...