I remember a period of time when I could think about you
and a smile would spread across my face
You were a serendipity
I did not expect someone like you to
waltz into my life
But you came
You were so shy and quiet
As was I
But we could talk about anything
and everything
I was an open book in your hands
I covered my scars
with bandaids
I pulled back the covers
I stepped out of the walls I had built around myself
and I let myself shine for you
I was a piece of paper
and you were the pen
I was a blank canvas
and you were the artist
But those times have long since passed
You left me without so much as a whisper
Although you were a part of my life for a short while
your presence left an imprint on my soul
The paper and pen ummoving, unchanging
Our story unwritten
and unfinished
Kind of like
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
I remember a period of time when I could think about you
and a smile would spread across my face
You were a serendipity
I did not expect someone like you to
waltz into my life
But you came
You were so shy and quiet
As was I
But we could talk about anything
and everything
I was an open book in your hands
I covered my scars
with bandaids
I pulled back the covers
I stepped out of the walls I had built around myself
and I let myself shine for you
I was a piece of paper
and you were the pen
I was a blank canvas
and you were the artist
But those times have long since passed
You left me without so much as a whisper
Although you were a part of my life for a short while
your presence left an imprint on my soul
The paper and pen ummoving, unchanging
Our story unwritten
and unfinished
Kind of like
