This is about you.
A composition
of your perfect
imperfection
It’s about
your ample nose
placed
on your
sculpted face
scaling a symmetry
only I understand
but its intricacy
only God knows
You, with your dark eyes
in its shining
and its gloom
narrate stories
only I hear
and listen to.
How I seek pleasure
to solve
your dissonance
because you accepted
my woe
making it your own
When you play
songs on your lute
it’s like stars shoot
and harmony soars
over the bay
When you hit
a minor chord
and smile
you erase a plight
and make beauty
by something so odd
You don’t force
a smart pun
a thoughtful gift
a witty remark
you just say and do it
I suppose
in effortless effort
You don’t just talk
you exchange
mental delight
in bold intellect
and subtle pride
in considerate stealth
you love poetry
the way you admire
irony
connection
and symphony
How your eyes seek mine
in a multitude
and shamelessly
acknowledge its find
baffles my mind
you’re deaf
to the blaring thoughts
of staring strangers
at us
or rather
you with me
you’re an enigma
in a way
that makes your sobriety
my toxic
your drunken state
my vulnerability
You don’t have to be
a man
or an angel
if either existed
I would seek
for you to be
the former
you don’t need
to have
the charm
of a woman
or a magician
to allure me
it’s perfect
when we look
at each other’s face
there’s nothing that
seems or feels
out of place
i can smile at you
in ease
and affection
never running out of it
for days
Because you’re only
the figment
of my vast imaginings
and you are beautiful
You’re someone out there
I will always hope to tell
about
the pink of pigs
to the purple of laughter
to the red of sad blood
and come running to
when I’m covered in mud
You’re either romance
in furtive stance
of a fake acquaintance
Or a doting friendship
with a silent lip
of promising actions
Or maybe
you’re just my dream
wrapped in an uncertainty
of becoming my reality
I would cherish
As I grow
I will wonder
and ask the universe
or the other
where in the world
are you right now?
what would it take
for me to get you
or get to you
somehow?
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
This is about you.
A composition
of your perfect
imperfection
It’s about
your ample nose
placed
on your
sculpted face
scaling a symmetry
only I understand
but its intricacy
only God knows
You, with your dark eyes
in its shining
and its gloom
narrate stories
only I hear
and listen to.
How I seek pleasure
to solve
your dissonance
because you accepted
my woe
making it your own
When you play
songs on your lute
it’s like stars shoot
and harmony soars
over the bay
When you hit
a minor chord
and smile
you erase a plight
and make beauty
by something so odd
You don’t force
a smart pun
a thoughtful gift
a witty remark
you just say and do it
I suppose
in effortless effort
You don’t just talk
you exchange
mental delight
in bold intellect
and subtle pride
in considerate stealth
you love poetry
the way you admire
irony
connection
and symphony
How your eyes seek mine
in a multitude
and shamelessly
acknowledge its find
baffles my mind
you’re deaf
to the blaring thoughts
of staring strangers
at us
or rather
you with me
you’re an enigma
in a way
that makes your sobriety
my toxic
your drunken state
my vulnerability
You don’t have to be
a man
or an angel
if either existed
I would seek
for you to be
the former
you don’t need
to have
the charm
of a woman
or a magician
to allure me
it’s perfect
when we look
at each other’s face
there’s nothing that
seems or feels
out of place
i can smile at you
in ease
and affection
never running out of it
for days
Because you’re only
the figment
of my vast imaginings
and you are beautiful
You’re someone out there
I will always hope to tell
about
the pink of pigs
to the purple of laughter
to the red of sad blood
and come running to
when I’m covered in mud
You’re either romance
in furtive stance
of a fake acquaintance
Or a doting friendship
with a silent lip
of promising actions
Or maybe
you’re just my dream
wrapped in an uncertainty
of becoming my reality
I would cherish
As I grow
I will wonder
and ask the universe
or the other
where in the world
are you right now?
what would it take
for me to get you
or get to you
somehow?
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