I found words too simple and elegant
To stay as dialogues or simple remarks,
But I found something important
An idea that hit the marks.
Frustration, longing, heartbreak,
Soon blended into stanzas,
Life was bleak and too cold to shake
Until I wrote them down, like painting into a blank canvas.
No one told me that it was going to be like this;
Magical in all it's ways, a reliever.
I said to myself, I'm going to keep this forever,
Write myself down in a one-paged paper.
No one may understand, or just a few
But I know in my heart, I've done something meaningful.
To let myself in a spotlight with a unique cue
To sing without a voice, yet melt hearts; so beautiful.
This is just the beginning with no set end,
My words, indefinitely living in the middle.