It’s amazing!

We are no stranger to the rain nor is the one who awaits the next meeting place. We understand what we see and look where others’ eyes feared to wander. We know the secret things, have always known our heart more than anyone and our words have our best interest. Stranger of all things, knowing your own heart. You are the one who wrenches it. Poetry, not in writing words. Poetry, in truth. Meet and greet the audience of one’s own understanding. Poetry, knowing. Knowing, that you’re never alone.

Is this the meaning of love ? Not only being seen but also accepted, not just being prioritized, but  being cherished — considered. To be looked for in the morning to be looked for at night. small gestures of intimacy , conversation, healing , authenticity, ability to just be but most importantly, all of it with longevity love doesn’t leave love leads. And accepts me for me , it invites me to be who I am 🌱🌱✨✨

thank you for this

A stranger's heart cannot be mended in the next life Dear poet, Heart of a stranger is on the line, Never forget, these scripts shed light Your words make a smile enlighten, From a paled face. Make some changes, as poets let's keep on engaging Pave the ways for the lost and broken This thread to me said, we are the chosen Never let your poetry be forsaken!! Unwavering thoughts can't be shaken As for me,I'll drive through to the steep-end

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