the sky, the painted colours that fill it, the way it holds
the moon, she casts a delicate glow as we sleep, perforating
the clouds, centred amongst
the stars, the home of our wishes dreams
the things that we analyse and try to understand
the glitter in the eyes of people in awe of
the others who surround them
the way they smile, how they laugh
the small things, that make them who they are
the variations in life and
the human experience, how emotions live under
the same pseudonyms but their identity changes between
the people and their lives.
the love that deepens with time,
the anger, that i feel some days and
the same anger, that you don't.
the joy,
the sadness
the envigorating sense of freedom
the things that make my world mine, are
the catchers of my eyes,
the catchers of my soul; and if you're lucky,
the things that catch your soul, might catch mine too.
YOU ARE READING
Evanescence - a book of poetry
Poetryi don't write very often but it's nice to share some stuff, so don't go raising your expectations. some poetry comes from experiences and feelings and other pieces have nothing to do with me at all; that's the beauty of words.
