Nondescript
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He came around with a certain quiet dignity
And I fell these bells ringing in my head,
With a nice deep and sweet voice spelling it out
It was colourful yet I couldn't tell
What it was?
What?
A cryptic script ran on and formed a paragraph - a sentence in the middle of life
And you could go there,
You could go there if you pleased
But I didn't and i didn't know
What it was to be so completely seized.
I didn't know and I didn't
Know
What it was to be so seized
It was colourful yet I couldn't tell
What it was?
What?
But then the night took a deep breath
And I looked up at it curiously
But it just stared down at my little face with sad, solemn eyes
And I didn't understand -
What it was
What?
I'm like a radio singing but you can never tell
What i sing
What?
And i'm like the guy standing with the illustrated guitar
But you can never tell
You can never tell What tunes i play.
It's the pain that makes us live.
That I knew
Yet i didn't know
Didn't know what it was that ignited slowly and painfully
And caused so much tenderness to bloom
Yet it was
What was it?
What?
So when daylight came
And it dawned upon me
That i was in something so colourful
Yet so mute
Something so melodious
Yet so ...
What?
It was love
Something they all say is so powerful
So influential and inspirational and bright and worthwhile.
Yet it was so nondescript.
Love. It went by in a flash
After the nighttime happenings, the invigorating morning exercises -
All The Loving
After All The Loving
The perfect sky was torn apart
And we felt something depart
What?
And we said goodbye and cried
And cried and cried
And cried.
Who would believe
That something so completely Full
Of everything defined Good
Could pass by my eyes so nondescript
And i could let it go
And live letting it go
And die without it -
?
A/N: This poem is something I feel can be described as Nondescript in itself. It's about teen love - something really conspicuous that you hear about, read about, see in front of you everywhere - but this kind of awareness was lost among this couple. Written from the female's point of view, I just wanted to portray a love lost, a not-so-happy ending for a real love-story. You could totally imagine this happening, couldn't you? Your first teenage true love, and you let it go Because you thought it was just your teenage love. A Dramionie I decided it can be.
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