April showers bring May flowers.
Opening the front door, I saw a bundle of flowers.
Roses, sunflowers, petunias...
All so beautiful.
Inside was a small note
like the thing you would normally see in movies.
"April showers bring May flowers..." -Steven.
The guy from my art class, fourth period.
He always was drawing something, mainly flowers.
He took me to the museum down town.
Talking about art and inspiration.
I learnt so much that day.
Later we went to the park.
Looking at the large pond in the middle, the flowers surrounding.
It was too beautiful to be true.
Taking in its beauty, was,like, waking up to the love of your life every single morning.
Breathtaking.
He started drawing pictures of me in class.
Whenever i'd turn back,
there he was, studying me, trying to find my good angle.
Never letting me actually see the work until he was done completely. Everything was so amazing.
But soon the end of the school year was slowly approaching.
Surprisingly, he didnt leave.
YOU ARE READING
A Year
PoetryShort little love poem things that were inspired by my friend, Sejla. All story idea credit goes to her. This is the first time I am writing an actual poem story. So, please bear with me.
