For Paolo
"You're textbook." She pointed,
Brimming with logic and reason.
Full of knowledge and facts,
But devoid of emotion.
You're meant to enlighten,
But you're difficult to understand.
Written by intelligent people,
With doctrines prestigious and grand.
Your black and white pages
Intimidate inferior minds.
Their heads spin round and round,
They struggle to perceive your lines.
"But you're not full textbook." She said.
"I've seen emotion here and there.
And perhaps a little romance,
It's present, however scarce.
You feel rage, you feel love,
Caring, you had to start.
But then again, you're sometimes cold.
So I'll call you textbook--
with a heart."
YOU ARE READING
The Despondent Minds
PoetryA collection of short poems I dedicate to the people in my life.
