When you tell the truth you tell a story,
From your perspective only.
From my perspective only,
You're telling the wrong story.

If there's no truth in our storytelling then I'll keep telling the story until it comes true.

That's fully up to you.

You'll never know me,
And I'll never know you.

only small minds believe
putting others down
makes themselves bigger

I am drowning
in oceans
of emerald,
and blue.
Your eyes,
an abyss of
no return.
I am sinking,
fearlessly,
into an
endless
ocean
of you.

Her eyes are a metaphor,
   a conceit, fantasy

No shakespearean sonnet
   even a lyric, will suffice
   to describe the elegance she carries

Her smile, the greatest curve,
   all simile will be denied

Haikus and couplets
   even the long ones
   will not be enough

Her laughter is a song,
   a perfect harmony and melody

She is neither a hyperbole
   nor full of irony
   instead she is perfect rhyme

She is a walking poetry
   a personification of aesthetics

Almost an abstract
   unfathomable beauty
   out of the ordinary