I feel you there,
Hidden from view,
You lift me up,
When I am blue,
You are with me,
Every night,
You whisper softly,
You give me flight,
I dream I’ll see you,
But I wake not to,
The thought of you,
Fills me with warmth,
You send me soaring,
Like a sunlit dream.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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