if i could put you in a playlist,
i'd place you in 'poetry'
you're 20% flesh, 80% guts
i think, maybe,
we ought to clean the dust
that has resided in your eyes
for far too long
allowing you to see
only the wrong
i think, maybe, definitely
it breaks my heart when you
tear yourself down
when your own words become
the axe that cuts you down
i want you to find the beauty
in your branches,
yes, some of them are crooked
but you carry them
so beautifully
i can't understand how
you cannot see it.
when the fall comes,
it's okay to cry,
it's okay to be fragile,
i will still speak
this highly of you.
- crimsyy
