I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.
The one who will jolt awake all the unwritten the unsung and the unlivedin me. I am waiting for. him.
Whatever you dobe gentle with yourself.you don’t just livein this worldor your homeor your skin.you also livein someone’s eyes.
Some winters will never melt some summers will never freeze and some things will only... live in poems.
...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.
There issomethingmysticallysadand beautifulabouthowi willneversee youagainbutmeet youagainand againin poetry.
