Paradox.

You’re the stars in the night sky, the sunshine on a cloudy day

You’re my morning cup of coffee, the reason I wake up every day

You’re love poems, beautiful, yet devastating

You’re graffiti on the walls, making people

Look at you in awe, before being painted over again

You’re the knife people cut themselves with

Drawing blood, but craving more

You’re old buildings, crumbling into pieces

You’re candlelight dinners, and slow waltzes in the ballroom

You’re the thirty first of December, and the first of January

The beginning, and the end

You’re the candle, lighting the dark

But burning yourself down

You’re the most beautiful sunset,

The one people travel miles to see

You’re a mass of paradoxes, devastating in your beauty.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

103 thoughts on “Paradox.

  1. “You’re the thirty first of December, and the first of January

    The beginning, and the end”

    The best lines.
    This is so beautiful.
    I can relate to this feeling of defining someone this way.

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      1. You’re welcome.
        Wow, you are too humble. While you are at it, please give my books. πŸ™πŸ˜

        Come on, you may have fooled the. other people, but not me.
        Saw him in the book store ? πŸ˜›

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      2. Ah, come on Miss Book Thief, strolling in the bookstore, pick up a good book and tell about him. πŸ˜€

        No. You can’t. No, you shouldn’t. It’s priority #1. National emergency. #SOS.

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      3. Hehe, I may be exaggerating a bit, started with one, but figured it might not do justice to you, so ended up with ten.

        Was I wrong ? πŸ˜›
        You can tell me, I can keep a secret. πŸ˜›

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      4. Ok.
        SW engineer by profession, writer ( ahem , I mean blogger ) by passion, photographer ( ameteur ) by hobby.

        TMI ? πŸ™ˆ

        What about you ? ( Steering convo back towards you, hahaha πŸ˜› ) .

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  2. Love the lines
    You’re love poems, yet devastating
    And
    You’re the thirty first of December and the first of January ,
    The beginning and the end.

    Keep sharing your wonderful poems.

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