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Poetry (The Raconteur)...Happy birthday.


I fell in love with you at age 6,
The very night I looked up at the sky and saw the beauty of the stars.
That very night,
I penned down the most beautiful thing then in my eyes,
Created by one of the greats, Celine Dion.
Every night in my dreams, 
I see you, I feel you.

How beautiful you were and still are,
How beautiful you make expressions come to life,
How beautiful you …
Wait,
You know I can go on and on to tell you how beautiful you are but still wouldn't find the right expression to tell you how beautiful you are.
You know you're my saving grace,
You know you changed my suicidal thoughts the very day I penned down The Poem from my last collection of art.
It felt like the Holy Grail.

I remember the first day I expressed my art when I was 16,
It felt beautiful, 
Then I realised how powerful words are,
Then I thought about how bad my dad must have abused my mom and that shit turned me into a real sicko.

But Solace I found in you on my pursuit of happiness,
Hopes and dreams you sold to me for my talent,
Hopes, dreams and reality you sold to me for my art.
I am Scripturient,
You are, 
Poetry.

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