You're art. That final picture gives me hope. I smile and barely blink away the thought that I can't stop looking at it. Your eyes look at me; the ones that make me happy. Your grin that makes me fall so hard into your arms. The hand you have extended to me that says everything will work out just fine.
The black and white make your silhouette the masterpiece even more perfect, as your face. Seeing it makes me feel like you're not so far. My feelings keep you close. And I won't stop feeling this way because I love your picture.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
