You were everything that I was not

You were everything that I was not

A Poem by raineyday

First day of school

 I saw you in jeans and faded t-shirt

Lazy eyes and sly smile

You were hit and you were fun

You were everything that I was not

First day we went for outing

In the middle of singing crowds

Dancing to the beat of music

Drinking and smoking in nonstop rhythms

You were everything that I was not

First time in library, both of us

We were searching for the same book

You seemed shy not meeting my eyes

 I felt something but realized much later

You were everything that I was not

First time I realized that something has changed

Curiosity and confusion mixed together

You were rough with sharp and confident edges

Popular and arrogant to the outer eyes

You were everything that I was not

First time we went out together

Conversation was slim and awkward

With pauses and blank spaces

You had shy smiles with nervous eyes

You were everything that I was not

First time we held hands

It was warm and comfortable

We filled the silence with understanding

Spaces with memories and laughs

Learnt how we fit together like puzzles, because

You were everything that I was not

 

 

 

 

© 2015 raineyday


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When the flavors of life, like a gourmet meal, complement one another...that is when we taste the saltiness of tears with the sweetness of laughter...by mixing our hearts and souls with one another...we become fully alive. I very much enjoyed this write. You have a true talent with words.

Posted 9 Years Ago


raineyday

9 Years Ago

Thank You...whenever someone comments on my poems be that good or bad it makes me happy like yes som.. read more

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Hi, I am new to this writing though I always wanted to. I love how through writing you can create and destroy the worlds and hearts. For me writing is a means to express and let go. It is my freedom.. more..

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