I was plain and dull
and your beauty gave me colors
I never knew I possessed.
In almost holy devotion,
you were the only thing I could see
as if I was created only to admire you.
Your appearance often changes
but your beauty is constant,
and I hung on to every detail.
I may rumble and roar
but even the largest waves I make
cannot reach the heavens
I long to touch you
but I accept that I can
do nothing but watch in awe.
I have accepted my loss
but in the distance I saw
a possibilty—
the horizon.
Somewhere, in another world,
you were within my reach
and we could be together.
So I braved the distance
and went towards the line
where we could meet.
but as I got closer,
the horizon moved away
and I finally realized.
The horizon is a cruel joke;
there never was, and never will be
an us.
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How They Loved
PoesiaI have never loved. I think I never will. But to understand it, I need to write about it. Like a detached astronaut on the moon observing the earth, the following pieces are my attempts to represent love in words through my observations of the exper...
