If I'm left wondering, will you ever truly let me
inside, if within your eyes, I can uncover the hurt that you disguise,
I would taint it with the utterances of my heart that I so expressively write.
Hoping they'll flourish into flowers we could compile,
inhaling sweet Buddleiaa to conceal any butterflies.
If this is what dancing in the rain feels like,
let me dance unclothed with pride, I'll choose to forever dance in this chapter, in this fantasy with you by my side.
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Tangled brushstrokes
PoetryTangled Brushstrokes of the Heart is a collection of poetry whose main character is learning to accept her inner desires and finding happiness again. Like a tropical storm unleashing its unrestrained energy, An affair became a catalyst for her trans...
