What part of me can I give you
That I haven't already?
I'm your open book
What part of my soul
Would you like to take refuge in?
You know I'll give you room.
What part of my love
Would you like to take pleasure in?
I offer myself...
What part of this dream
Would I ask you to become?
All of it.
For without you
Life isn't as sweet
With you though,
It goes beyond wanting....
It flourishes like winter-blooms
Unexpected life
Bringing color to my weary eyes
The orange flame never looked so lovely
The mountain top never looked so inviting
And the whisper of a breath never felt so much like home
Until moments ago.
~Blue
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Mostly what you'll find here is a conglomeration of my writes. While I don't consider myself a poet, I do consider myself somewhat an artistic painter of words....there's a difference. Poets are God-like - I just throw words around like a child with finger paint. Sometimes it's really great, and other times only my friends like it! I write because I have to, I share because I'm encouraged to, and I hope that in the end it is a reflection of everything good in me.
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