You
are Amazing.
You're a delicate piece of art
In a gallery where all is different.
You are unattached.
From the chains that hold our thoughts,
Make us worry about tomorrow,
Linger on yesterday.
It fascinates me how we find the time
In the shortness of today
To waste our thoughts like this.
You are unexplainable.
Your questions and thoughts are jumbled
But make sense in a crazy sort of way.
You are unfeigned.
More real
Than reality itself.
You are untitled.
What people choose to call you
Does not hold you in
Does not complete you in anyway.
When they call you a loser,
It does not mean you are one.
You are untitled.
Words hurt
But that's just what they are:
Words.
Titles,
are words.
You
Are exquisite.
Different
Than anyone you've ever met.
I doubt that even you
Knows everything about you yet.
And one day you will realize,
That you
Are exquisite.
A delicate piece
Of such a different art
Different, then all the other pieces of art.
There is no-one exactly like you.
You
are you.
And only you.
You
Are exquisite.
