Why, I ask myself,
do the stars make me dream more?
when the origins of it we couldn’t fully understand?
Why, I ask myself,
does the rainbow thrill my soul?
when the rain puts you in the lowest of low?
Call me blind, call me crazy,
You may even call me a nobody.
But oh, forgive me, for i couldn’t forsake this heart that beats—
For art, for words, for colors, for lit.
Notwithstanding the lack of wit,
If it’s love you adhere, what is there to fear?
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Author’s note: Have faith, love hard, write more. ♥️
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