YOU

YOU 

You, you never look nice though because nice is way too slight for you,

you look like art and art isn’t supposed to be nice; it is supposed to make you feel something,

something like feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin.

You, must be the reason why poetry was discovered to describe a girl like you,

Poetry in a world that is still learning the alphabets.

Maybe that’s why words always fail me.

You, are ocean breathtaking to look at, strong enough to not be destroyed,

but gentle enough so that others find comfort in your presence.

Sky above, sand below and peace within.

You, your smile burns hydrogen into helium like stars up in the sky,

You are the most meaningful shooting star in a world where I no longer believe in wishes,

But everything anybody could ever wish for is everything you are.

You, your eyes are made up of stardust and magical things,

Magic tumbles from your pretty eyes and when you speak the language

Of universe even the stars envy you.

Your aura is made up of poetry, ocean, galaxies and magic.

And thing that is more drastic is you, you are the reason I have begun to believe that

Neverland do exist, you are my map to the Neverland with no boundaries at all,

They say time freezes when you arrive to Neverland and you stop growing up and as it has many moons and suns it is difficult to track the time.

A place which is ambiguous and vague.

The exact same place where I found myself when I am with you.

You are a wine in a coffee mug, in a world full of tequila shots.

A cutting chai, in a world full of fancy lattes.

A beautiful cupcake, in a world full of muffins.

A classic, in this world full of trends.

Remember to leave some you for you because,

You are the last love,

 I believe the firsts are forgotten but the last lasts forever.