An instrument is meant to be played. I've tried to play my role in this world. A paintbrush is meant to very painted with. I've been portraying my opinions. A movie is meant to be made and watched. I'm acting my heart out. A pen is meant or be written with. Through poetry, I write my story.
You know sometimes I observe the horizon.
The sun waves goodbye, and remains only in apricot tints,
I get all these memories, as they come at me hauling.
My feelings get all tangled up, my tears appear like morning dew,
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Do you ever remember how we hit it off instantly?
From the very first day,
You became a very big part of me.
Do you remember how trapped we felt in our emotions?
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