Ray130021

The written word is nothing more than unspoken poetry, An emotion waiting to be felt and given a voice. Thoughts that are waiting to be moved uncontrollably, To enter the mind and leave the mouth, with no choice. As they sit in this page, they have no reason to rejoice, No reason to push each other, for they exist stoically. Until these concepts have flowed into the world, Being birthed through sensation and ingenuity. They tumble and roll, crashing into our hearts unfurled, Sparking more excitement, sorrow, agitation, and empathy. Give these phrases vitality, as they thrive when transferred Made to embrace our souls, and create a

Many astronomers see a star and say "you're mine" They lose sight of "their star" quickly, as they search for something brighter (we all know they never find it) But, some people look up at their star and say "I'm yours" Because even if you're not looking for it, that star finds you, and nothing could ever seem brighter.