"For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry."
-Lang Leav
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You remind me a lot
of complex metaphors-
you are but you aren't
and somehow you make sense;
Your voice is spoken
in strings of rushed cursive,
a bit chaotic and shaky
but raw and beautiful.
Maybe that's why I tend to
pen you onto paper;
I may be the poet,
but you're the poetry.
YOU ARE READING
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poetry❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
