In my eyes, Aria is a wordsmith. Like her, I have written for most of my life. If it wasn't for her and another friend, I would never have grown in style and diversity (if those are the correct words) . Her poetry often times has inspired me to write, even when I feel like giving poetry (and writing in general) up. She gives great advice when you need help with a poem and her language I find amazing. She bends words to her own will, twisting their meaning yet keeping their originality. Overall she is a great writer and if I didn't mean it, I wouldn't have said (or written I suppose) it.
Another missed opportunity Another stolen chance A page ripped out of the finale The music lifted from a dance
Not wanting the world to know I watch you through a veil of apathy Lost in the space between the pauses Questioning your feelings for me