You wrote equations, I wrote blank verses.
You wrote a study, I wrote a story.
You were a man of intelligence, I’m merely a girl who finds solace in getting lost in the world of creativity.
You strive in academics, I live for the harmonies of colors;
I tend to fall more for art, so much that it bewildered me how I fell when you were penning math. There was something so peculiar at that moment that it just pulled me in. My attention was solely on yours when you created these solutions, your hand deftly moving, beautiful writing of numbers against the ivory plane, and then suddenly, it wasn’t all about how you effortlessly solve equations anymore. It was just all about you.
You who shine in academics and are also a work of art. You whose hazel eyes I have found myself ever bound to. You whose hair is a striking color of whisky brown under the golden sky, soft and silky as you thread your fingers through it. You whose smile stretches wide, revealing rows of pearl-white teeth, becoming one of the most charming smiles, and it hung my heart in a mess of strings.
It wasn’t all about how you excel at math anymore. It was that and everything about you.
It was all about you.
YOU ARE READING
Of Flowery Words (I Wanted To Say)
RandomWhy not just give actual flowers? Well, flowers are a cute gift to show devotion. But don't you think that words can also do the same? If not more? These words I give can show all my devotion, bare emotions, and consolation. While flowers wilt, and...
