Your elegant jewelleries and bold outfits,
Your powerful voice and ear-pleasing hits,
Your luminous eyes and heart-melting smile,
So much about you makes me inspired.
Your natural kindness and infinite respect
Towards all the people you've ever met
Have shown the world what a decent man is
Who chooses honesty, love, together with peace.
Your countless talents and creativity
Make me want to express myself fearlessly,
Your pure soul and humble nobility
Fill my heart with admiration, felicity.
To Harry Styles
You're dazzling and calm,
yet bursting with passion.
Yes, you carry fiery stares
that would cut through me.
So elegant and poised
in everything you do
and I can't help but feel
inadequate compared to you.
I always wished
that my hands could be as gentle
as the ones I watched around me.
Elegant and musical,
the hands of those I spent time with
seemed to glide over whatever
They were never aggressive
They wanted nothing,
only plucked flowers gracefully
and lifted glasses of lemonade.
They never had to hold fast
never worried about
the precious things
being taken from them.
My hands have always been
rough and calloused
prepared to lash out
to preserve me and my life.
They are fighting hands,
They are made to last
My hands have been exactly what
I needed them to be
my wistful wishes of gentleness
were just that:
wishes of someone who wanted
something different for herself.
But my hands have aided me
like none other,
and I would not exchange them
or change them for anything.
We visited an art museum today
“The Guggenheim” with it’s white spiraling architecture
I felt slightly cultured as I flipped through a book detailing an artist whose last name I vaguely recall started with a Q
Conveniently forgetting the very reason for my presence in that room being to charge my phone
Feeling educated as I recognize the names Matisse, Lautrec from my brief intro to art history courtesy of our overly enthusiastic design teacher
Basking in my elegance, taking petit little bites, of a macaroon in a cafe outside the museum
...Before noisily slurping my blood red ice tea
Let the ink spill
Reflecting the true virtue
In such a way
Every reading mind
Try their best, to create
Their own version
That is what
Theme: The untold story
A few renditions are nothing at all
But if I copied their strife
Would you notice my fall
the way she swayed and leaped
embodying the strokes of a paintbrush
dancing across the canvas
a solid blur of pink and white
every twirl was breathless
every plié like silk
in that moment,
she existed as the most elegant force alive
every move commanded attention
she was grace
Diamond shaped hearts
cracking into two
forming elegant earings
for you to wear
once the reaper comes
and invites you down.
Just like beauty hurts,
so does love.