You
You came and told me out your mouth, truths I had written and hid away in my poetry books. Like my best fan, except you never heard or seen proof that I am, in fact a poet. You love me with such a hugeness, that the abyss that is beyond bellows its love chords and makes music for me. You elevate me with your confidence in me, you speak life constantly. You give me myself so that I may grow into someone I would be proud of...And I am at a loss, for words.
S. Blue
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At a loss
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Charles2 says: clever, liked it |
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