I've always wondered
What it would be like.
To be in love with someone
Who doesn't like art.
Someone who hates the way music flows
Who can't draw a line as anything but straight.
Who can't see the beauty of the world,
Who hates the way words string along.
I think I'd hate it.
I don't know how someone could hate
The way a pencil glides across a page
Or the way clashing notes solve themselves into harmony.
I don't see how you could hate the colors of the sky
Or the contrast in someone's hair.
Or the way a poem feels
I don't think I can understand that kind of love
Everyone knows love stems from hate
What did art do to you?
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
I've always wondered
What it would be like.
To be in love with someone
Who doesn't like art.
Someone who hates the way music flows
Who can't draw a line as anything but straight.
Who can't see the beauty of the world,
Who hates the way words string along.
I think I'd hate it.
I don't know how someone could hate
The way a pencil glides across a page
Or the way clashing notes solve themselves into harmony.
I don't see how you could hate the colors of the sky
Or the contrast in someone's hair.
Or the way a poem feels
I don't think I can understand that kind of love
Everyone knows love stems from hate
What did art do to you?
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