To her, he was the world.
He showed her things she never knew.
He made her want to dance again.
Just like the paper dolls in the sky.
A fire burning behind her earthly brown eyes,
with something old, something borrowed, and something blue.
His eyes. That's the way it goes. Promptly awaiting her cue.
When the time comes, she'll know what is right.
He'll say the word's and it'll be like an angel singing.
That's when she'll hope to see the light, just like the paper dolls in the sky.
About the Creator
Sage Silva
I write the words I can not speak, it brings me comfort in ways I can’t explain, it has been the only way to process what goes on inside my head.
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The Color of Music
My world is full of color, but not the way you would think. My color isn’t color at all, rather it is the vibrations of music. With the right song I can fall in love, feel at peace, or be more motivated than ever before to make the world a better place. Music, it seems as though it can make the gorgeous oranges and reds of the autumn leaves, the bright blues of the oceans and sky, and the purest of white’s on a snow covered forest floor, even more majestic. It can even make the deepest of emotions swell from my eyes. Forcing me to feel things I had never dreamed that I would feel again, joy and passion. Music has been the color that makes me want to get up and dance to every beat, and melody of life. It is a way in which I am able to express words I can not say, explanations I am unable to explain, and a voice for when I have felt I do not have one to share with the world.
By Sage Silva3 years ago in Poets
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