Via Sarah Hope

Poetry is a funny thing,

It takes place when,

Your mind takes a breath,

And all you do is feel.

She wore wild flowers in her hair,

Not realizing,

She was the most beautiful and wild one.

The sky was a perfect mixture of what we both were,

Day and night,

Night and day,

We balanced each other,

With my mix of colours,

Blue, pink and orange,

And his calm starry sky,

That was waiting to unleash,

I made him feel light,

And he made me understand,

That light doesn’t come without darkness.