Your brain is wired differently.
There are rainbows in your veins and
mixed jigsaw pieces of your heart
to put together.
Each individual neuron connects you to
a different reality, full of dreams
and wishes that will never come true.
Your mind can be the Great Wall or the Great Plains:
it depends on the continent.
I hate traveling and
sometimes loving you is like handwashing dirty dishes
or unpacking after a road trip.
But sometimes it's like picking flowers
or eating a sandwich after swimming.
I love each moment, no matter how
different you are
or how patient I have to be with you.
I will become a tourist
and observe your different attractions,
no matter how grand or tall
or insignificant or small;
at the end of the day
I will catch every plane and
swim every ocean to see your
sunset smile on the horizon, making your monuments
glow gold and
god...
it is so beautiful.
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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...
