it's the way his dark shades
melt for her to acrylic dark
paint on his palette.
there is a thrill to recover
himself once again.
his eyes turned to
brightest hue of brown,
as if he had
seen the eighth wonder
of the world in front of
him and his eyes aren't
deceiving him.
he rebuilt chivalry and
tomorrow brought a new day.
her presence made sense.
she had painted
her nails aquamarine,
wrapped herself in
poison and elegance.
her smile is
accusatory and her
blue eyes screamed loneliness
in a sea of absent-minded ghosts.
but her hopes are
curious and scared.
she wanted him more
than these hopes
are letting her. but
she needed to
believe that hope is
painful in order to be happy.
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kalopsia
Poetry[ka-lop-se-a] Greek (n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.
