As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

When you read someone's poetry, you carry their pain. When you listen to their music, you carry their soul.

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

A moment where heaven kisses earth and time is left to float away.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

I have always been a fire, and everyone I loved walked away as ashes, until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.

All I wanted was to plant poetry in broken places and watch flowers grow.

I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights.

I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.