When a poet and artist fall in love, it’s pure magic.
Take off my clothes
Do what you may
I only ask of you
Not to pry into my soul
And ask me to stay
I know you sleep just fine
However, I don’t
Because you’re always on my mind
How many hearts could be mended by unspoken words?
I may be stable and in recovery but I once stood where you did my friend. It does get better with time. Keep going. Hold your head high. Stay strong. Much love as always.
I often wonder if I was born during the wrong time period. For I am lost in classical music, Jane Austen’s words and writing poetry in calligraphy.
I promise you one thing. Even after I am long gone and buried, these words I have spoken, will ring out of my grave. They shall remain for eternity.
A response is not always needed when someone from the past reaches out.
I refuse to let you get the best of me
I shall use this black pen as my weapon
To write my story
To share with others
Of how I overcame everything you did to me
However, you did not take this one crucial thing
I will use it to fight for others
If they remain silent
I surely will not
I wear this crown
As I ride into Albania
All rise as I enter the first town
I am Queen of the Kingdom called Hypomania
Peasants shall bow down
From the main street to the fields covered in Zinnia
For I have come to be renown
Fear me, Queen Vaniah