You can't see it in yourself
But goddamn-
You, baby,
Are a work of art.
More brilliant
Than any painting in a museum.
And somehow
I'm lucky enough
To see you almost everyday.
I don't have to drive for ages
Just to catch a glimse.
Somehow
I'm lucky enough
To know you.
I can speak to you
For hours at a time.
Somehow
I'm lucky enough
To love you.
You can break my heart any day.
Somehow
I'm lucky enough
To be loved by you.
You are a work of art
And I'd stare at you
All day if I could.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
