If only you could glimpse behind my eyes
And view the beauty that you juxtapose
A taste of you can quickly mesmerize
Me. These nascent thoughts grow like embryos
Most times I find I ponder thoughtlessly
Of the trivial and of the mundane
With you I cannot end my scrutiny
An endless stream of thought which you maintain
I have been found. Yet I am still confound
Ed not by life, but by death not by thought
But by soul. But by breath. But by profound.
I have learned you but you cannot be taught.
So pour me a glass of you to consume
And I’ll get drunk off liquid thought and mind
fulness. Gone. But who am I to assume
That you who can’t be found is undefined.
If you can touch my mind, my soul, my heart
If you can make me think and feel, you’re art.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 3:18 AM UTC
If only you could glimpse behind my eyes
And view the beauty that you juxtapose
A taste of you can quickly mesmerize
Me. These nascent thoughts grow like embryos
Most times I find I ponder thoughtlessly
Of the trivial and of the mundane
With you I cannot end my scrutiny
An endless stream of thought which you maintain
I have been found. Yet I am still confound
Ed not by life, but by death not by thought
But by soul. But by breath. But by profound.
I have learned you but you cannot be taught.
So pour me a glass of you to consume
And I’ll get drunk off liquid thought and mind
fulness. Gone. But who am I to assume
That you who can’t be found is undefined.
If you can touch my mind, my soul, my heart
If you can make me think and feel, you’re art.
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