Walk to class
How pretty the air looks,
And how fragrant the tower is.
Green grass – so vibrant, I don’t know if my eyes are brave enough to face it
—What is being brave?
Is it protesting in front of thousands of people about a cause you care about?
Or
Is it walking to class on zero hours of sleep?
What
Is
It?
Who
Am
I?
I like how the trees are so friendly
How they wave every time I walk by them.
Look.
Look at how passive the bushes are;
Not willing to move, budge or even wink at me.
Reminds me of people I once knew
—they were “too good”…so I left them behind.
They’re elegantly frozen in a glass mirror that I look at every now and then;
I like to call this mirror my past.
—Nostalgia—
—of—
—the—
—good—
—that—
—once—
—was—
.
Blue walls,
How the sun knows exactly how
—how to choose its angle to touch upon the bed sheet in a manner that can capture my attention.
The blue on the walls;
The blue: my eyes are so drawn to it—
Happiness—
Is watching you as you so innocently eat your meal like a 3 year old.
So careless
So happy
So…mine.
Look at you.
Ad
Or
Able
Mai—ne
Your pale complexion—
Obedient hair
And pink lips—
The reflection of the sliver around your finger—
That is now my mirror.
—not one I call the past, but..
my present;
I am there.
And
You
Are
Here.
We’ve got eachother wrapped around our little fingers.
We
Are
So
In
Love.
And no one can do
En
E
Thing
About that.
Teal Winks
Silver Smiles
For
All.
Green grass
Blue sheets
Pink lips
Teal winks
Silver smiles—
All
Mine.
