i am
a confusing person.
i may
love things
that i hate;
i may
hate things
that i love.
sometimes
i adore the sun setting
and i close my eyes
as the sun drapes itself
with dust and memories.
then
i despise the way
the sun rises
with false anticipation
for children chasing them,
desiring to touch
even a glint of gold
and sunlight.
but i try not to love
the way your crooked smile
makes everything look
endearing.
because
i am afraid
that i will soon learn
to hate it.
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SpiritualI am but a lowly instrument to the muses . This is life through my eyes, Welcome. ?
