Trapped glances
Romances
And sad dances.
Catching not every stare,
You're falling for the gambit.
Everything about you is art.
i want to see your sharp edge
And charm your soft core.
i was hoping with my gaze i could melt through,
But you're too hardcore to let me into
Your deep depths that i know exist,
i don't know how, but i swear I'll persist,
And no matter what, you're still my music
And my poetry in all art forms.
i can see the innocence no matter what.
You paint it in your eyes and i see those a lot.
i will be headstrong, sketch you a love song.
I hope flirtatious stares, to you, don't mean danger.
Particularly, when the eyes staring back are of a stranger.
very well,
done, interesting and captivating. You pull the reader in and they want to read the next line.
And you do write with a painting or a picture inside your words, something on the tip of a brush in the next stroke. Something, in the next syllable, that is in tune. It is the combination of the pallette, the quill and superlative staccato. Bravissimo. ENCORE! ENCORE!!
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Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Thanks!
Thank you, it means a lot. : )
Kaitlin