And the mirrorball shows you in a million little lights at once;
I can see your flaws, your dreams, I can feel your ghosts.
Two suits as one for the night of all nights;
We were once villains, now we are heroes finally doing something right.
And we danced like time stood still;
And in that moment I fell in love with him.
Like a famous scene from a golden age;
Like a sonnet spoken from a Shakespearean page;
Just as a thief would do, you stole my heart;
For you, I am stolen art.
The shadows were a blanket to this love;
Something to keep it warm, to keep it ours.
For months I feared that when we, too, got warm;
The blanket would lift and, with it, the veil of us.
And, I was right, it did; but we weren't cold;
Hotter than the pavement around the pool in mid-July;
We walked barefoot into the night's sky.
Summer's almost over, our truth has become who we are;
We still stab everyone else but their wounds will scar.
And over those scars comes new skin;
Pours ready to let love and light in.
It's been three years since the police arrested you;
Stealing art is a criminal offence.
I still love you, you know I do.
But I have found independence in indifference.
A stolen artwork will sell for millions;
I'm thankful for your insight, for your brilliance.
You and your thievery turned this mess into a masterpiece;
I was torn and I was used;
But, wow, here in The Louvre, I have a view.
I made a new friend, her name is Mona Lisa;
I think she is good people, she has heart;
She and I, well, we are both stolen art.
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LOYAL
Poetry'Loyal' is a collection of poems that explore a wide range of emotions. Written in the midst of a deep and hollow spell of isolation and quarantine, I needed to create something; anything that would be a bright light for me. So, I started writing th...
