Wrong! Wrong!
Every analogy seemed wrong for you.
The moon? a rose? the first drop of a silver rain?
Are not they too commonplace?
Used and morphed by ancient poets and ballads?
Or a summer's sun?
No, too easy, too common!
Then?
If I reside in your heart, as pure emotions,
what are you?
Nothing!
You're nothing.
In the entirety, you are everything!
The poet, the poem,
the muse, the nymph.
The theory of chaos,
the peace to my heart,
poison to my sanity.
You're the sky, not the cloud,
not even the essence of eucalyptus tree.
Neither the song of the mockingbird.
You don't deserve an analogy,
you are the analogy!
p.s- this one is from the register. it has been a while since i wrote a poem. apologies!
Every analogy seemed wrong for you.
The moon? a rose? the first drop of a silver rain?
Are not they too commonplace?
Used and morphed by ancient poets and ballads?
Or a summer's sun?
No, too easy, too common!
Then?
If I reside in your heart, as pure emotions,
what are you?
Nothing!
You're nothing.
In the entirety, you are everything!
The poet, the poem,
the muse, the nymph.
The theory of chaos,
the peace to my heart,
poison to my sanity.
You're the sky, not the cloud,
not even the essence of eucalyptus tree.
Neither the song of the mockingbird.
You don't deserve an analogy,
you are the analogy!
p.s- this one is from the register. it has been a while since i wrote a poem. apologies!
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