poezja o gościu w głowie

art

like the day and the night
we found us like two kinds of art.
making memories in our brains not even living them yet.

laughing when we were supposed to cry
laying on the grass feeling rain is coming by

thinking - that wasn't hard
but telling you - that's a different kind of art

seeing you was something new
something for the heart unforgettable
something that touched so often and still not enough.

in past, i was trying to explain that many times
but realised
explanations kill art

and maybe we are different kinds of art
maybe sometimes so different that we are hanging in two different corners of the place "museum of art"

but if I was a painter
the girl with blonde hair with art as an air
and saw so many pictures in this museum of air,
with million kinds of sun.
those which make you cry
and those which give sparkle in your eyes.
I would look at your corner for my whole life
cause you are the only sun I would like to paint in my mind.