it's a black and white world before you
before i get to treasure all of your pieces.
soft blue, teal and ash gray
warm gaze, wild heart race and in love.
you looked just like a moving art
dancing through the line on my scarred soul
painting me with passion and light.
rainbows and storms, they led me to you
suddenly my hidden words has meaning
and every silence stroke like an angry waves
just like art, you don't fade away.
-stay real, my beloved
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
