Pink Roses

I feel this sincere strange kindredship

It’s a matter of art

Nope- Passion.

Anyone can make art, for art is judged by emotion and impact.

Anything can be emotional

Anything can leave an impact.

But you, like me, make an effort to dig into the depths and find the heart.

Not just the sappy, beautiful shell.

You are astounding, for you sought out your dream.

And allowed it to be dark and gave it a beautiful broken heart.

So many others make it into a glamourous self-serving object.

You made it human underneath the ceremonious schmaltz 

And now, you gave us the secret

To grasp the meaning and show the dark skeleton

While others merely attempt to be pretty.

You gave me SUCH hope in chasing my own dream.

I never believed it more, than when you spelled out your support.

I am still all tears and pride from that.

Your existence is beautiful, more beautiful than those who strive to just pontificate.

It isn’t a happy thing- and the fact that you get it-

Phenomenal.