He was my favorite subject of all
Like an abstract painting – hard to understand yet beautiful
His eyes full of emotions that stares at my very soul
Words and actions that made me love him more
I wonder if I can still write poetry just the same
Or would it be shallow and lost its rhyme
Everything would be black and grey without his name
Like an unfinished song with no rhythm
He was my favorite subject of all
Complicated but wonderful
But now I should really start moving on
Write no more poems for him again
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Efflorescence
PoetryEfflorescence means flowering or blooming. And just like this word everything is a process and everything happens for a reason. What happens now is part of God's plan for us. Always remember to believe in yourself and trust God always. Let yourself...
