xy - Hello Poetry

xy Sep 2017

Wonder.

I remember watching you during movies.
As the scenes changed, the lighting acted as different filters on your face.
Each one more interesting than that before.
You were what I called beautiful.
A sunflower among roses.
No, the tallest sunflower among sunflowers.
An aesthetic sort of beauty.
Jean jacket over a yellow tee shirt kind of beauty.
But also red dress and red lips with high boots and dark eyeshadow kind of beauty.
The kind of girl you’d notice in a nice car before you notice the car.
I remember watching you pick stuff out in stores and wanting to pick you up and kiss you.
I remember wanting to fall on my knees and tell you I love you in front of everyone.
I remember every single light that shined on your face during those movies.
I remember looking at you in art galleries, trying to understand you as you tried to understand the art.
I remember looking at you and wishing you’d look at me.
But I guess we were surrounded by interesting things.
To each their own.

xy Sep 2017

Past Time.

Without you, life will go on.
The rain will come and fill the pond.
The wind will blow and grass will grow.
The streets may even flood with snow.
Yes time will never cease to flow.

I won't forget your fear of lightning.
And holding you because "its frightening".
I won't stop wishing your would hair blow in my face.
And I'll crave our adventures which brought me grace.
The snow will never be as white, nor will a smile be as bright, as the one I fell for that winter night.

Yes time will pass, more than which i spent with you.
But I will live within the past.
The time which I had spent with you.

xy Sep 2017

Blind Beauty.

A golden sunset, bleeding orange into the seas,
And the sight of walking under autumns trees,
The shine of a diamond, so elegant and kind,
Would only feel cold, in the hands of the blind.

xy Sep 2017

Art.

She liked to draw,
Her art told stories.
Through many lines,
Released her worries.
She found no joy,
For all she drew was full of sin.
Just like a scar,
The art would lie upon her skin.

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