..i can't hang a star beside the moon
nor can i tell a flower the hour to bloom..
..the tide will never cease because of me
it will always be what it was meant to be..
i adore poetry
but it erks me when i can't seem to finish a piece
i always feel like i could have written more
or maybe i should have emphasized this word more
but maybe poetry is meant to be unfinished
left for the mind to unravel for itself
just as art is
no one sees the same story you see with your pair of eyes
no one feels the same emotions that you feel inside
that is what makes the human mind a beautiful thing
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