His eyes are storm sky blue;
so generic,
right?
And his hair is the darkest of blondes;
so generic,
I know.
He is loved by many, and hated by few,
But how else could it be?
He is the perfection of pretentious;
And all he creates is chaos,
but what else could he do?
Making lightning without thunder,
because he always is silent.
His movements are enough to seduce;
but how else could it be?
He is the perfection of pretentious;
And his demons might scream,
but his mouth is shut.
Surrounded by disaster,
he could never be a lifetime lover.
And he is a heartbreaker for the better,
because nothing compares to deception.
He is the perfection of pretentious.
And he might as well be built by gods;
so generic,
right?
He is good in everything he does;
so generic,
I know.
And he is the perfection of pretentious;
but also so much more.
A/N: So I'm starting this new poetry book, because, well, I love poetry (although poetry doesn't love me (ಥ_ಥ) ), and I like writing stuff I have no clue about. So... hope y'all like it ヽ('▽｀)/
(This poem kinda sounded like a song to me, idk...)
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| Colors of Humanity |
PoetryMy attempt at describing people, relationships and stories through color related poems. But since blue, red or yellow are so vague, I will get more specific... [Some might be triggering or unsettling] Highest rank: #340 in poetry (6th July, 2016) #3...
