This is a poem about a man who looks like a poem; who sounds like a soft-spoken rhyme to your longing soul.
Isn’t it funny that no matter how much you hurt, how often it cuts you like a knife, and how much tears rolling down your face, you still manage to survive—and you made it!
Once upon a time, this person came to your life. He/she enlightened your days, challenged your thoughts and shared the same jokes as yours. Sometimes
Then you lay your body down, eyes looking up, your fingers pointing to the sky. “You’re pointing to a star?” I asked. “No, that’s a planet. Stars shine, planets don’t,” you replied.
I love your energy it bursts whenever you’re talking about the last book you read or when you sip your cold black coffee while writing
I love your insanity, your breakdowns, your random rambles, and your complicated thoughts. I love you wearing that casual shirt and faded ripped jeans. I
When we can see happiness in small things, we actually live our life to the fullest. We give the meaning to ‘why-I-was-born?’
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