Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.
MELISSA ANDERSONPoetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.
MELISSA ANDERSONLet’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.
MELISSA ANDERSONPoems are nothing more than raindrops on a page falling from an open soul, staining the page one shade darker, and opening the one closed passage between me and you.
MELISSA ANDERSONYou said you loved me but perhaps you never known what love looks like.
MELISSA ANDERSONI was always looking at you.
MELISSA ANDERSONMaking me feel small won’t make you feel tall I’ve faced bigger giants than you and watched them fall.
MELISSA ANDERSONBe the reason someones today is better than yesterday.
MELISSA ANDERSONPeaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.
MELISSA ANDERSONYou were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.
MELISSA ANDERSONIf you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.
MELISSA ANDERSONI’m tired of fighting giants in my head.
MELISSA ANDERSONLess rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.
MELISSA ANDERSONI see things written in the sky, Spelled out in plain and ordinary ways, even the unpoetic becomes magic when read next to you.
MELISSA ANDERSONWhole, loved and worthy just as you are.
MELISSA ANDERSONLove me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.
MELISSA ANDERSONRest easy, dear heart grace has come for you.
MELISSA ANDERSON