You see me and you see
dust blowing through
your perfect world,
only for a moment
until you can't tell it apart
from anything else
and you see
a cloud wafting through
for an hour or two
before it continues on,
and I'm nothing
mesmerizing,
I'm just
there
and when you look at me
well,
you don't.
But when I see you
I see pastels
blazing up your eyes
and watercolors
dripping from your soul
and I can see the paint
coursing through your veins
and the lead drawing
the foundations of your bones
and when I see you, I see
everything I want,
everything I can never have;
I see art,
always there to be viewed,
to be admired,
but never touched -
you are a
masterpiece,
and I am a critic
hopelessly in love.
YOU ARE READING
Folie à Deux
PoetryMidnight poetry from the darkness in my mind and clawing in my heart, quickly scribbled before they're lost to the eternity of time. [Highest achievement is #79 in Poetry (30/5/16.) This is a massive achievement to me and I'd like to thank everyone...
