Melissa

Worried i might offend you by focusing on my passions more then on you.

I stopped.

Stopped on my path of written context and the artistic expression of my life.

To cease expression of my own emotions in order to lift yours.

Is this not Love?

In the end you left anyway.

So now I put my heart on paper and vow to never let another be able to stop me from expressing it freely.

Reborn, I move forward to expressing life the only way I know how.

Bad with spoken word.

But when my pen hits that pad divinity flows to my heart, through the ink, forever planted on paper it will grow and spread like weeds.

and in the sun,

flowers will bloom and I will blossom along side them.

from seed to sunflower.