It's only appropriate you were born on National Bad Poems Day
I haven't written since March
But evanescent phrases have bubbled on by
And I have so many thoughts and feelings to describe
If I could paint a picture to portray how I feel, it would be covered in red and oozing zeal
Or would it be a subdued hue, a mellow blue that suggests peace always follows you
I could never render how I feel using our color wheel
When I look at you I feel so deeply everything but color
As black is said to be the sum of all shades
I lose my very sense of sensing
I lose my wit, my comprehending
I gain everything else.
I win smiles that spread into the eyes
I get to hold my greatest prize
I revisit my childhood yet envision the future
My heart bursts until it needs another suture
You're the spice that makes everything taste better
You're the sunshine beaming brightly, no matter the weather
Let's just say if we dug into the Earth's core, I wouldn't be surprised to find you
You're roaring ocean, you're sturdy land
You're my world, but I'd like to expand:
You're my universe, you're my galaxy
You hold my purse so my hand is free
And all it wants to do is touch and be touched by you
And all I want to do is love and be loved by you
And all I want is already at your core
I couldn't possibly ask for more
You're my dream come true
And every shade, every color, every hue
Black.
As the pupils of your smiling eyes
Black, as the sky in between the starlight
Black, as the charcoal left behind at our campsite
Black as our boots and Docs on a concert night
Black as the inside of my heart right now
(There's no light source in my body, but I glow anyway)
Because light is all around me and it's coming from your way