Comments by lovechild
- "i am humbled. i once wrote these lines: once the gilded lily starts to wither/love breaks down like toxins in the liver
i realize now why the lines did not belong in one of my poems- the moment i
grasped the point your poem illustrates- about the love that does not die, which is the love of the very essence of a soul, dead alive, material or ephemeral. an object in abstract in or out of context. if i wither and turn to dust, my own essence will be done justice for this poem was written for each and every creation of art and it celebrates each individual artist for their purpose of being in keeping dreams alive. *applause*"
Posted by lovechild on "To Choke On Glitter With Perfect Eyes.." by BeautifulCalamity
