11.23.20 E
I never knew your last name,
the curiousity
of how it would have sounded
on your lips, still intrigues me.
you wanted to read me.
and for you, I was an open book.
my most desolate chapters,
are what you felt the most,
you were porcelain, snow white.
and I was afraid to break you.
photographs were only adequate in replicating the vision you are.
now all that is left behind,
are only photographs.
not even all the worlds colors in paintings
could reconstruct
the radiant glow within your smile
you were merlot.
the luster of an apple,
black lace, pretty face
and the way you wore heels & red lipstick
made my heart race
you gave me kaleidoscope vision,
our colors synchronized, in full bloom
you'd struck me at full force,
and i never saw it coming.
you were everything to me all at once,
and then you were gone.
YOU ARE READING
The Other Person Project
Poetrythe answer is yes. it will always be yes. you will always be the words. [(format) This originally started as a secret project I took on senior year, in high school. I wanted to write a poem about every single person in my class, eventually it becam...
