When you enter high school it’s like you trade your running shoes for a pair of feet,
always running after the next love, everything feels like butterflies in your stomach do not fall in love with an artist The first guy you met in high school was a junior, he had long hair, a bright smile and a cool guitar, he was a musician, he would always ask you to come see his gig, but you never made it eventually he fell in love with some girl, and suddenly every songs you hear on the radio feels like its him, every song is his voice and you can’t escape it do not fall in love with a musician In college the guy who sat next to you in algebra claimed to be a poet, he would make from every sentence a beautiful poem, a declamation of truth and sincerity now every passage you read, sounds like a poem, and you can’t help but feel so nostalgic whenever he recites but last summer he moved away and he left you a poem to always remember him by, you can’t help but wonder how different your life could have been, but it’s not do not fall in love with a poet In your last year as a university senior you went to your first art exhibition, Ironic, how from wet colored paint, a portrait is born, and suddenly every abstract idea becomes so clear, everything you see around you including yourself looks like a work of art, do not fall in love with a painter Before you know it you are married, two kids and one on the way, you can’t help but still wonder, about all the butterflies and running games, you don’t run anymore, What was once a beautiful portrait, a paradigm of illusion, now is just a blank canvas, and you are left on empty do not fall in love with artist because when you do they will show you what true loss looks like
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AuthorA collection of a few published poems and spoken words by Keyla. Feel free to go through any of them, feed back is always welcome. Archives
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