Was just taking a break from study when I chanced this upon this little article on someone else's blog.
I'm a picture without a frame.
A poem without a rhyme.
A car with three wheels.
A sun without fire.
I am a gun without bullets.
I am the truth without someone to hear it.
I am a feeling without someone to feel it.
This is who I am.
A mess without you.
Something beautiful with you.
It's great and I like it alot. But what I like better is a comment someone left on this post.
Pictures don't need frames.
Poems don't need to rhyme.
Sometimes it's better to walk.
I always preferred the night.
A knife is more personal anyway.
The truth is still true without being heard.
Feelings aren't real if they aren't felt.
You are more than that.
You are a mess regardless of who you are without.
And just as beautiful without.