For some time
I thought I was the work of art
And that you were one of the spectators
Watching me as you passed by
As they always do
But you caught my attention with yours
You stood and stared and inspected each part of me
My rounded frame
The subtly crumbling interior and slight scars plastered about
You looked with unparalled fascination
As though I was something you had never seen before
Unlike the other artwork in the gallery of the world
The corners of your mouth lifted into a smirk
As I watched you stay by my side
I understood
You are not a mere spectator
Instead you are the artist
Marveling at his work
The beauty of what he knows is his
What will be his forever
You brought me into an existence far more colorful than anything I could have imagined
And you stared at me as though I was from another planet
Like the stars had fallen all around illuminating just me
Time passed by and I worried you'd grow tired of me
Yet you stayed
With the same sparkle in your eyes
Accompanied by the comforting smile on your lips
Exponentially time continued onward and still you reveled in the magnificence of your creation
I came to realize you were not going anywhere
So I embrace your presence and welcome you with open arms
The immortality of our connection brightens even the dullest pastels
Art is eternal
And doesn't the saying go "love is the spirit that motivates the artist"
Because in that case we can conquer anything
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
For some time
I thought I was the work of art
And that you were one of the spectators
Watching me as you passed by
As they always do
But you caught my attention with yours
You stood and stared and inspected each part of me
My rounded frame
The subtly crumbling interior and slight scars plastered about
You looked with unparalled fascination
As though I was something you had never seen before
Unlike the other artwork in the gallery of the world
The corners of your mouth lifted into a smirk
As I watched you stay by my side
I understood
You are not a mere spectator
Instead you are the artist
Marveling at his work
The beauty of what he knows is his
What will be his forever
You brought me into an existence far more colorful than anything I could have imagined
And you stared at me as though I was from another planet
Like the stars had fallen all around illuminating just me
Time passed by and I worried you'd grow tired of me
Yet you stayed
With the same sparkle in your eyes
Accompanied by the comforting smile on your lips
Exponentially time continued onward and still you reveled in the magnificence of your creation
I came to realize you were not going anywhere
So I embrace your presence and welcome you with open arms
The immortality of our connection brightens even the dullest pastels
Art is eternal
And doesn't the saying go "love is the spirit that motivates the artist"
Because in that case we can conquer anything
