maybe I'm like a labyrinth,
or maybe I'm like glass.
I might be a calculus equation,
or I might be as simple as 1+1.
whether you see right through me,
or not at all,
just trust me that my words
aren't black on white anymore.
I've ventured beneath the surface,
to depths I never imagined,
seeing beneath the tip
of the greatest iceberg.
and somewhere on my journey,
to hell and back,
I realized that with utter certainty
that you've turned the black on white,
the scribbled nothingness,
into colors.
[to whoever is reading this: your words are the most beautiful colors.]
YOU ARE READING
cloud nine
Poetry❝you are my cloud nine.❞ [a collection of poetry and prose in verse- its sole purpose to make that wonderful smile of yours appear.]
