Lying in the sinking sands,
surrounded by solid stones,
I try to get up but I'm constantly pulled.
Where's my fortunate happenstance?
I was looking for something special
and I thought I found it in your eyes.
But you were too busy, too stressed.
Which must be why you needed the release
of the hands of a different guy the same night.
I want to forgive you but inside I'm resentful.
Focusing on you made me blind.
Now that I'm on my back I can see the stars,
the pleasant surprise that I didn't know I needed
but I'm always silenced by the grandeiose
of the burning spheres we glance at.
A three-dimensional painting that holds
infinite potential for dimensions of thought.
The most beautiful art, that breathes and winks
through the noise of the city and the lights of airplanes.
It's not what I wanted but while blinded by you
I found true beauty and humility and
was gained healing from that dodged bullet.
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Lagniappe
PuisiI've been looking at this list of some of the most beautiful words in our language. I've decided to pick a few and write poems about them. The title is one of these precious collections of letters. Hopefully, you have to look up the definition of so...
