your beautiful then the most beautifull song

and the poet lives within everyone but some find the words to make it worth it

and theres nothing inside me other then my love for you

i just think of you sometimes and people say im a poet

when the spirits leave me ill be gone but words will be here for you

and just if you knew everything you would have been here

and the stories born with a hit of imagination

you picked me when i was at my lowest you have seen the real me

when you smile the whole world stops and stare for a while

and when the sadness and poetry hit you togather thats when the art is born