"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts, and the thought has found its words" ~ Robert Frost Until my mouth does not speak, my mind will do the work, with its own scribbling pen, drawing the words I long to leak. Here I am, painting murals from the heart, colors upon colors, amalgamating into a melody of one. *feel free to express whatever you think* *give me your own interpretations of these poems, that'd be interesting*