You're the kind of pretty that makes
artists want to paint you,
photographers want to capture you
in a polaroid picture,
and make me want to never let you go.
Sometimes
When you aren't looking
I just stare at your side profile
wondering
how you could possibly shine so bright?
I know I tell you that you're pretty
but you're more than that
You're the stars,
the full moon,
the galaxies unknown to man,
the purple sunset and sunrise,
the perfect harmony of the birds,
the smell of fresh cookies in the oven,
the cold water on a hot day,
everything that I long for.
YOU ARE READING
The Man I Once Knew
PoetryLife isn't something you can play like an instrument or read like a book. It's like poker or improv - there are rules and "cheats" to make it easier but no way of knowing the turnout. Contradictions, love, betrayal, hurt, lust, disgust, joy, all th...
