because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.

Sometimesthe things that make you cryare more beautifulthan the thingsthat make you laugh.

she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.