beauty is an ability to see beauty.
it lies underneath the skin,
it warms its way to your arteries.
beyond comprehension, it sparkles the insides,
turns on the tiny lamp right in your chest
beauty is what you create, and what creates you back
it’s not something you drink in one gulp, not a lively mirage
created by a worn-out mind
in this room with no doors and no walls
you’re the only captive
holding a key in the hand
and there’s nothing but a mirror
when i look you in the eyes
i see a movie tape we binge-watched when we were kids —
a dusty childhood in a dusty attic
i look you in the eyes
and i see bright mornings, sprawled out for centuries ahead,
miraculous days and magical nights
so many dreams, ambitions flowing in the air,
i see fireflies showing you the way
and the tiny lamp right in your chest
softly humming some tunes
so why do you want to change?
why do you want to change?
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Comments3
I liked this as an essay on beauty up until it goes on about a failed relationship. But hey that's just me.
thanks for reading anyway!
' holding a key in the hand and there's nothing but a mirror '' Are we synchronized ?
ohhh, we must be! very symbolic
Tremendous work.
always appreciate your feedback!!
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