Love and Art

Heading towards willow creek-

Its like there was an angel on my right side

And a saint helping translate the meaning 

Of forever and love and art.

Yet isn’t that what happens 

When we are never satisfied-

The fantasy of something better.  

Like he ends up in your dreams-

In everyday routines in reflections and the bi-polar thoughts

That knew he was cooler when he was sober-

Why? It was like waking up

Remembering something that couldn’t taste sweeter

Just something your craving without being able to define the definition

Until you felt the crack burning like lava within your vines along the half of your own soul. 

That was different. The way it felt like 

A reflection of my other half- a twin flame. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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