Through the path of sycamores and willows lied a boy
For a moment the place was lifeless,
For a moment limbs were limbs and sycamores were sycamores
But then he emerged and suddenly limbs were apart of bodies and sycamores provided beauty for the eye and cool shade from the sun
The sun breathed in and out,
Gallons of its beam rushing to reach the golden boy
The boy was a dream in itself
Soft features sloping from his bruised cheeks to his defined eyes full of knowledge and truths
He often got lost in gravity and time, forgetting the disparity of the night
His whole being seemed to be a quiet so profound,
Silence filled the air as he passed by the girl
He also,
did not exist
He existed in the sense of being a person,
But he was just an expectation of a faceless boy who sat on the ground surrounded by tree branches
He was not full of profound truths,
Nor was he lost and needed to be found by a girl dreaming of a glittery world full of perfectly imperfect people
The girl was lost in her own head,
Always immersed in what she wanted to see
She could never see that the sun didn't long to reach the boy,
that his eyes were filled with nothing-- just color
She could never see who he really was,
And that was okay.
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Waves Don't Die
PoetryTitle alludes to Kanye West's song Waves. The world is full with stories-- it's hard not to get lost in them. Dedicated to Breanna706 and Aanokhi, thanks for pushing me to do this💕 love you guys
