Art by Yongchan taken from Webtoon
Email: 017yongchan@naver.com
I'm starting each prose
With no inckling to how it will end
The photo I saw touched me
And as someone who is very alone
I'm not quite sure why it resonated
It made me sigh
A content, wistful, dreamy sigh
I suppose I've felt this way before
When I was younger
Less tainted by the things I've been through
Entertaining such satisfying thoughts
Was a common occurrence
Now I'm older.
I don't know much,
but I know better.
Where was I going with this?
Ah yes...
This poem is about love
Infatuation
The purity of it
The way it parts the clouds
And rains you with sun.
Many describe it as butterflies
There is is no better healer
Than that of the butterflies of love
The truth is
Love isn't rare
But not most love is lasting
Just a people die, feelings do too
People change
And while it seems like it's not okay
It is
We humans will change our minds
And change it again
Nothing is permanent
Not without effort, anyway.
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Powems
PoetryThe collection of my innermost thoughts. Expressed in the most vivid imagery and vocabulary that I can muster. It is cathartic, and it is raw. You may interpret each piece as you please, not everything is black and white~
