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Love as an Art
♫︎. a sudden burst of laughter filled my being. my head is getting wider, should i call myself a widener?
how funny it could be when the first time we met, like a theory no one could furtherly explain. math subjects couldn't calculate the beats of my heart everytime a smile planted on your lips. social science can't explain wider, even giving me a solution this so called problem. english subject, oh c'mmon, don't have time learning it. how about philosophy? my favorite subject, no one must object. it talks about way of living and i believe it could tell what way do i fell inlove with your presence. in short, way of loving.
funny it could be, you sounded like a piano tiles. hitting the notes perfectly, follows the rhythmm of nature unexpectedly. i fell harder and harder. oh, how can i live without you now. i've been taken care of by your warm smiles. look, how graceful the dance of your hands everytime you patted it on my head. no sound, just the movement of your hands. how wonderful the words you have written on the ground, that makes you a decent man when i'm around. (sighed) in short, you are an art.
how funny it is, years have gone. we made it so far. you sounded like a piano before and now, you sounded like a wind who blows. no other subject other than philosophy can explain how i feel for you, "way of loving"? no, its way of forgetting. the dance of your hands that creates electricity through me are now a ground that keeps me awat from you. the words you have written on the sand, dissapeard. washed by the sea water, how absurd.
a sudden burst of silence filled my being. my heart is getting weaker, should i call myself a loser? no, you just see love like a living art. should i call him a loser? no, he just see love like a dying art.
night_sea_sky
@itsmejm
: Prose Poem
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how funny it could be when the first time we met, like a theory no one could furtherly explain. math subjects couldn't calculate the beats of my heart everytime a smile planted on your lips. social science can't explain wider, even giving me a solution this so called problem. english subject, oh c'mmon, don't have time learning it. how about philosophy? my favorite subject, no one must object. it talks about way of living and i believe it could tell what way do i fell inlove with your presence. in short, way of loving.
funny it could be, you sounded like a piano tiles. hitting the notes perfectly, follows the rhythmm of nature unexpectedly. i fell harder and harder. oh, how can i live without you now. i've been taken care of by your warm smiles. look, how graceful the dance of your hands everytime you patted it on my head. no sound, just the movement of your hands. how wonderful the words you have written on the ground, that makes you a decent man when i'm around. (sighed) in short, you are an art.
how funny it is, years have gone. we made it so far. you sounded like a piano before and now, you sounded like a wind who blows. no other subject other than philosophy can explain how i feel for you, "way of loving"? no, its way of forgetting. the dance of your hands that creates electricity through me are now a ground that keeps me awat from you. the words you have written on the sand, dissapeard. washed by the sea water, how absurd.
a sudden burst of silence filled my being. my heart is getting weaker, should i call myself a loser? no, you just see love like a living art. should i call him a loser? no, he just see love like a dying art.
night_sea_sky
@itsmejm
: Prose Poem
© All Rights Reserved
