<3 21 years old , Music is the distraction to my life, Shopping, Hanging with friends,study, drink tea & Living life to the fullest !
I watched a constellation
The stars whirred like
filled with pool balls,
clunking off each other
in the sky, rabid in
some unknown field.
The lines between
each star snapped
like a spider web’s
most ancient strands.
From here on, I turned
away, not wanting to
be forced to bear such
wrong witness to such
a private and
I could hear the stars
If you’re in love with an artist
and he never paints your image,
and he titles his works
with obscure references
that you don’t understand,
do not assume that he must not love you
because you are not in his artwork.
Know that your touch is in each brushstroke,
your eyes are in each color he lays down,
your kisses are in every line drawn,
your smile is in each shape on his canvas,
your voice is directing his hand
and your love is the inspiration
for each and every breath he takes.
For all my life I will keep your bow &
Notepaper cut with scissors.
Your letter has the scent of 1992 –
What is it? No –
Don’t tell. I remember.
First I counted:
Forty-seven birds coming home.
Your two hands.
The many ways mixed feelings
Spin your compass:
Feel fill late lost
Beautiful gentle soul –
To know you exist.
I feel no certain or special life:
I wish I could share this with you
The pain that dies with me is vast &
Equal to my love.