Strange,
because I believe it.
is my future staring back at me?
(with eyes so light)
I never dreamed they would be
anything less
than what they are.
colors.
Kaleidoscope my heart
belongs in two
magnificent but changing patters.
I’m wide away at the wheel,
churning out letters to my whatevers
who return to me like clockwork
every calendar year.
enjoying the mood
so equally,
we never stop to undo a smile
(baby, you hurt my cheeks after a while)
lines snake
and sounds quivers.
i
Hesitate;
and you are gone.
replaced only by something so close
but never approaching silence
or a song.
beneath each smile lives and avalanche of beauty marks and scars
that accumulate overtime and become the noise we call laughter.
you were never the thing I was after,
but I’m so glad you got in the way.
- Ariel Quirolo.
~~All words and images are property of Ariel Quirolo~~
~~arieltrisityquirolo(stellascura2006)~~
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