I am the poet
The poem
And poetry
You're the ink
Let me be your book Here's a brush
Fill the canvas
I'm the lonely sun
Jealous of the romance between stars
I hurt myself with no one to blame for the scars
I wished for what they had but the night scared me
I doomed to be alone
Nature wasn't fair to me
Hope is this orange butterfly, you may not see how beautiful you are but just know You are Are here
And you make all
The others jealous
When you can't even see how beautiful you're
©kim_moqha
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